The Alpha Regrets; He wants his Luna back.

a's

he screen

here

eels truly safe where they are. And Raina was looking directly into the camera, front-facing, and that angle was too deliberate to be accidental. S

ldn't know if all of these act

share this with me today ju

hat followed the image

doesn't care about you. I

re. But because something about seeing it written out plainly and casually, with that particular brand of cruelty sitting b

nothing, kept my head down and kept trying. But this - right here

ne face down

urite. Which had the two of us in it, standing close to each other, back when I was still willing to read things into the way he occasional

up the

into two separate halves. Him

n edge of the cut, the way the image separated so neatly, like it had always been two different things he

ck up a pair of scissors and do what this picture h

room was empty and my voice was quiet in it, steadier than

ed the

ers back in front of m

heavy - that particular kind of ache that isn't about losing something good, but about final

go of much earlier. Five years of telling myself that if I was just patient

d the only person in this situation who had r

ed the first

gned

last. Each one quieter than the one before, the way things g

t still came with any dignity attached to it. At least for the sake of my mental health. At least for the sake of the child I was carrying,

copy. He would sign it a

rst day it was decided for him. The only difference between then and now was that back then I had been the one absorbing everything

at was

ast page just as the doo

iliar roll of Raina's wheelchair across the floor, followed by

cided before entering the room that someone in it was wrong. "Can't you just act like Luna just once? I have already had enough try

ked a

m since I got back. The accusation was so far removed from anything that had actually happened that for a second I just

ng my voice even. "

ft, generous and dripping with a performance of grace so polished it almost deserved its own

ked a

ttached a photo of herself underneath my husband like it was something worth celebrating. And now she was sitting there with her hands folded i

n? Honestly, if I didn't know what I knew, ev

ound her like she was made of glass, watching my words, watching my distance, never giving Lucien a single opening to look at me the way he was looking at me right now. Not because I

would not move him one inch. Lucien would still end up on her side, the way he always did without questioning. Maybe it was the pity given to one who is unable to walk without the help of a wheelchai

y done trying to

is voice down low. Not quiet in any gentle sense, rather it was

pecific way that left no marks and took no ac

too

with it surprised even me. It wasn't forced as it just arrived, the way courage sometimes does - not with fanfare, but like somet

an I have been

moments when the truth was sitting directly in front of him. Five years of watching him give Raina everything he never once offered me - patience, softness, the version of himself that smiled wit

t neve

demanding I apologize to the woman who had sent me that message w

ing here? What had a

meone who had run out of patience with a person they had stopped respecting a lon

pull away from something you have finally

up the divorce papers - already signed

ot waver. Not even slig

rs of watching his expressions crossed his face - slow and sharp. As much as I know, this was the smile

again,"

I felt the weight of that. But he had never expected me to be the one to pick up the pen and actually do something about it. I could see it clearly on his face - not anger exactly and not hurt e

ch and there was no way I was g

voice steady and completely