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Chapter Eleven

Evander’s POV

The pack house was oddly quiet. I listened hard, expecting to find something wrong, but all I heard was the usual sounds of the servants going about their business. The chef cooking up my breakfast, the chambermaids giggling to one another in the halls – all normal, all usual. But something was off.

And whatever it was felt like a bramble caught in my fur.

"Here you are, sir," one of the dining room staff says as she presents me with a heaping plate of food. My gaze immediately, involuntarily, shifts to the right, to look at the empty seat where my Luna should be.

"Please," Auroa begged, tears in her eyes. "You don't need to be this cruel."

Cruel. I am many things, but I never thought myself that.

"Everything all right, sir?" my server asks, giving me a troubled, tentative smile. The entire house staff has been wary around me ever since the night I declared my intent to reject Aurora.

Cruel.

Maybe they have a right to be.

"Why has Nalani not come down yet?" I ask, my Lun
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