Two hours later, Rhys walked into the hospital. He came to my office, pushing Lana in a wheelchair beside him. His broad shoulders and towering frame filled the doorway, his Beta aura pressing down on me even before he spoke. Lana, her delicate features framed by her golden hair, looked up at him with adoration, her fingers intertwined with his.

"Georgina, let me introduce you. This is my mate, and I specifically asked him to come and thank you," Lana said, her voice sweet but laced with a smugness that made my wolf stir in the back of my mind.

"Come on, we both know she’s my Luna," Rhys replied, his deep voice carrying that familiar arrogance as he tousled her hair tenderly.

I looked up at them, my hands gripping the edge of my desk. "Here to make my day, are you?"

Rhys frowned slightly, his dark eyes narrowing. "Georgina, Lana was acting rashly, but striking her wasn’t right. Her cheek is still red. You owe her an apology."

My attention was drawn to the necklace around Lana’s neck—a purple diamond that glimmered in the sunlight. It was the one I had coveted for a long time, a symbol of status that Rhys had promised to me during our bonding ceremony.

"Wasn’t it supposed to be sent to our place?" I inquired, my eyes fixed on him, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me.

Rhys’s jaw tightened, his Beta aura flaring slightly. "Pick another one. Lana has her heart set on this."

I lowered my head, my fingers clenching automatically. My wolf growled softly, a low, menacing sound only I could hear. *He’s testing you,* she whispered, her voice a mix of anger and sorrow.

"Georgina, you’re mature enough to not hold grudges against someone younger. It’s just a necklace. If you apologize today, we can leave this behind and move on peacefully," Rhys insisted, his tone condescending, as if he were addressing an Omega rather than his former mate.

"It’s alright, Rhys," Lana said, her voice dripping with false kindness as she tugged at his sleeve. "Georgina’s just showing how much she cares for you. I get it."

Rhys leaned down to kiss her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment too long. "You’re too kind. If I don’t stand up for you now, who knows what she’ll do next time."

Lana turned to look at me, her eyes betraying a hint of victory. "She wouldn’t do that. Georgina’s not like that."

I laughed dryly, the sound harsh and bitter. Stepping forward, I stood in front of her, my wolf’s instincts taking over. With a swift kick, I overturned her wheelchair, sending her crashing to the floor.

"Actually, you’re wrong. I am precisely that kind of person."

Rhys froze for a moment, his Beta aura crackling with anger before he rushed to help Lana, who was now crying on the floor.

"Georgina, are you out of your mind? How could you..."

"Oh, I could," I snapped, my voice sharp as I took advantage of his distraction to slap him. The sound echoed in the small office, and I swung the door wide open, my wolf’s growl now a roar in my ears.

"Take your little drama queen and get out of my sight."

Patients and nurses in the hallway paused and stared, their whispers filling the air. Rhys, his face flushed with anger and embarrassment, picked up Lana, his Beta aura flaring dangerously.

"Alright, Georgina, you’ve got some nerve."

I didn’t respond, just stood there, my chest heaving as I watched them leave. My wolf’s growl softened into a whimper, her pain mirroring my own. *He’s not worth it,* she whispered, though her voice trembled. *He never was.*

What transpired at the hospital did not escape the notice of Beta Rhys’s parents.

That same evening, I was summoned to their old estate. Rhys knelt stubbornly on the floor, his broad shoulders hunched in defiance, while his father, the Gamma of the Blue Moon Pack, smashed a coffee cup in anger. The sharp clatter echoed through the grand hall, and the scent of his alpha tone—commanding and furious—filled the air. "How did I end up with a son like you?" he roared, his voice reverberating with authority.

Rhys’s mother, a respected Healer, held my hand, her worried eyes searching mine. Her aura, usually calm and soothing, was tinged with unease. "Honey, I’m sorry for all you’ve been through," she said softly, her voice trembling.

I shook my head, forcing a small smile. "It’s alright, Mom. I’m used to it."

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she hesitated, unsure how to comfort me. Her mate’s anger was palpable, and even as a Healer, she knew better than to challenge his authority in this moment.

Rhys stood up abruptly, his towering frame casting a shadow over me. His face was dark, his jaw clenched. "You’ve hit me, yelled at me—can I leave now?" he snapped, his voice laced with bitterness.

His gaze locked onto mine, filled with resentment. I couldn’t help but smirk; after all, I wasn’t the one who had let the truth slip. My wolf stirred faintly in the back of my mind, a low growl of disdain echoing my own feelings.

"You’re not going anywhere," his father said coldly, his alpha tone brooking no argument. "You’re staying here and kneeling through the night. Use the time to think." He paused, his gaze sharp and unyielding. "And that woman—give her some money and send her away. She doesn’t belong in this pack."

Rhys’s fists clenched tightly, his knuckles white. "No, Dad, I really care about her. Without her, I can’t go on. Please, let her stay with me."

His father turned the beads in his hand, a habit he’d always had when deep in thought. He gave Rhys a calm but piercing look, his alpha aura pressing down on all of us. "You said the same thing when you begged me to let you bond with Georgina—do you not remember?"

Rhys froze, his gaze tangled with complexity as he looked at me. For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something—regret, perhaps—but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

I picked up the coffee cup from the table and sipped it indifferently. The steam rose, irritating my eyes and stirring an unexpected urge to cry. My wolf whimpered softly, a quiet ache in the bond that had once been so strong.

His mother sighed, her frustration with Rhys’s stubbornness evident. Her aura shifted, a mix of disappointment and sorrow. "If only you realized the regret waiting for you, foolish boy," she murmured, her voice heavy with emotion.

The room fell silent, the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air. Rhys’s father turned away, his posture rigid, while his mother squeezed my hand gently, her silent support a small comfort in the midst of the storm. Rhys remained kneeling, his head bowed, but the tension in his body betrayed his inner turmoil.

My wolf growled again, a quiet reminder of the strength I’d found within myself. I set the cup down, my resolve hardening. No matter what Rhys or his family said, I knew my path forward was clear. The bond between us was broken, and I would not let his failures define me.