“A long day?” My voice rose, the pain turning into full-blown rage. “You weren’t the one holding our dying son in your arms! You weren’t the one screaming for help while your mate ran off with someone else!”
His jaw clenched, but he still didn’t turn around. He just stood there, like this conversation wasn’t worth his time.
“Damon, look at me!” I yelled, my voice breaking. “Don’t you dare turn your back on me after everything!”
He finally turned to face me, his expression cold, unreadable. “What do you want me to say, Luna?”
“I want the truth.” My voice trembled, but I held my ground. “I want to know if you’ve been with her. If you’ve been cheating on me with my own sister.”
The silence stretched between us, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer. But then he sighed, his shoulders slumping just a little. “Yes.”
It was a simple word, but it hit me like a freight train. My knees buckled, and I had to grab onto the doorframe to keep from falling. “You and Leah?” My voice was barely a whisper.
He didn’t say anything. His silence was enough.
“How long?” I asked, tears blurring my vision. “How long have you been with her?”
“Does it matter?” Damon asked, his voice flat. “It’s not like—”
“It matters to me!” I screamed, the rage exploding out of me. “You were supposed to be my mate! You were supposed to be there for US! For our son!”
His silence was the answer I didn’t want, but I already knew the truth. I had lost my son, and now I was losing everything else. My mate, my family, my whole world.
“I held our son while he died, Damon,” I whispered, my voice broken. “And you were with my sister... damn!”
“I’m sorry, Luna,” he said, but the words felt empty, like he didn’t mean them. Like he was just saying it because he had to.
I shook my head, wiping my tears. “No, you’re not sorry! You’re sorry you got caught.”
He didn’t deny it. He just stood there, staring at me with that same cold, detached look. I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
As I stormed out, the whispers of the pack filled my ears. They weren't just in my head—I knew the gossip was already spreading. I could almost hear the hushed voices, the sideways glances.
"Did you hear? Damon and Leah were together after the funeral," their voice low but full of curiosity. "He didn’t even seem that upset about Noah."