It wasn’t just about food. There were so many things he called “inappropriate”, like laughing in public and speaking loudly.
For nine years, I was like an empty shell with my emotions kept on a leash. But now, surrounded by the smell of lamb, I caught the scent of freedom. My nose stung from it.
…
By the time I returned to the villa, night had fallen.
I opened the door and saw Ryan sitting in the living room. His expression was darker than the sky outside.
He had sent me over a dozen texts and called countless times, but I hadn’t answered a single one.
“Where were you?”
I changed into my indoor slippers and washed my hands before finally replying, “I had dinner with a friend.”
Ryan approached, sniffed with a wrinkled nose, and his expression turned even more sour. “I told you not to eat lamb. That smell gives me a headache.”
I gave him a sweet smile and said in an innocent tone, “But it didn’t bother you when Clare had some.”
His expression instantly turned stormy. “Clare’s different. She’s not my mate.”
I didn’t respond.
Perhaps not now. But it was only a matter of time.
Everyone in the pack could see how Ryan doted on Clare. Meanwhile, I was nothing to him and definitely not a Luna.
