Aurora's POV
Oliver's scoff was like a physical blow to my chest. He didn't even look at me, his eyes fixed on the road as if I were nothing more than a hitchhiker he'd picked up out of pity.
"Everything isn't about you, Aurora," he said, his voice sounding more annoyed than I have ever heard him. "I am the Alpha King. I have packs to think about, a lineage to secure. I'm not getting any younger, and I need a Luna who understands the weight of a crown. Genevieve fits that role perfectly."
I swallowed, the lump in my throat feeling like a shard of glass. Every word was a reminder of what I had thrown away. It was my fault. I was the one who had pushed him away, the one who had built walls so high even an Alpha couldn't climb them. I had broken his heart, but seeing him move on so easily was a different kind of torture.
Is it that easy to forget me? I wanted to scream. Was I just a temporary distraction before the real queen arrived?
