The pack hall echoed with laughter and music. Around me, wolves celebrated Lilith's official acceptance as our concubine. But I felt nothing like celebrating.
My eyes kept drifting to where Seraphina sat alone in her pathetic gray dress. She held herself rigidly, face blank, giving nothing away. Not a tear, not a scowl, not even a flicker of pain. Just emptiness.
It should have satisfied me. This was what we wanted, wasn't it? To hurt her as she'd hurt us. To make her suffer for her betrayals.
*You're a fucking liar,* my wolf growled. *You never wanted this.*
I ignored him, taking another swig of my drink. The alcohol did nothing to dull the hollowness expanding in my chest.
"Ronan," Lilith purred, pressing herself against my side. Her newly acquired marks stood out pink against her skin. "Why so serious? This is a celebration."
I looked down at her, this woman we'd just claimed. Beautiful, desirable, willing. Everything a wolf could want.
