Page 46 of Luna's Forgotten Vow

And he turned out to be just like everyone else. Just like Ronan. A bloody liar. And in the top five things I hated the most in my life, dishonesty was one of them.

I storm out of the bedroom, uncaring of the flimsy garment I have on as I march for his study. It is unlocked, much like everywhere else that belongs to him. I always thought him overconfident, but it was merely that no one dared come up here to steal. Not with the cameras watching every little movement.

And I know he'll get alerted by the security the moment I walk inside.

But hey, see if I care.

The small space is tidy and smells just like him. Spicy. Manly. Sexy.

Motherfucker.

I start with his desk, shuffling through the files atop, the books, the entries, credit cards—credit cards. There are three black cards in my name. Seraphina Winter. I'd never asked, but he somehow figured I'd need them when I left.

Or maybe they only worked as long as I remained his wife. There had to be a catch with Soren. Only one way to find out. I grab the card with gold platings, clutching it tightly and just as I turn to leave, my hand hits the keys of his open laptop.

The screen flares to life and I freeze.

His wallpaper is a picture of me. It wouldn't have been a problem if it wasn't from a time when I hadn't even known he existed.

I'm in the short maid uniform from the Red Wolf Pack, taking a nap in the garden. I'd done that way too many times during an errand to remember exactly when the picture could have been taken, but that doesn't change shit.

I click on it, attempting to find the folder, but the laptop requires a password. I try a set of too obvious digits and letters and end up nearly locking myself out.

A hint appears at the bottom of the screen. Four letters that rhyme with 'My era'.

It had to be a joke. He couldn't be that obvious. I hit the keys forming his preferred nickname of me and I stare at the screen, baffled. I'm in. And the bastard's password is my name?

What might have been cute before scares the fuck out of me and though I know this is a bad idea, I can't bring myself to stop going along with it, surfing through different folders of different Alphas, Head Alphas, Betas, more accounts—just the regular kind of information a Head Alpha should have.

Until I find one dedicated specially to me.

My fingers tremble as I click on it. And stop breathing. There are pictures everywhere, files, receipts, documents he shouldn't have, like the loans years ago and repaid with an absurd amount of interest, like my mother's prescription and the one time I'd broken my rib at school and hidden the doctor's painkiller prescription so that Mom would never find out I was being bullied...

When he told me he had pulled information on me, I'd thought it basic. Only now do I realize my error. And the pictures...

Urgent footsteps stomp somewhere along the stairs and I exit the folder, replacing the window with what he'd been working on previously before slamming the screen down and raising it back up, so it appears locked.

I barely make it to the couch before Soren comes bolting in.

And he finds me sitting on the plush, green couch. "Hey," I say, smiling, forcing my heartbeats to slow because I'm sure he can hear them. "I couldn't find you. I thought you'd be here."

Brilliant green eyes flick to his desk and back to me. "I took Landon for a walk. He was crying and I didn't want to wake you."

His words ring true, but the taste of his betrayal is still fresh in my mouth and my smile is more of a grimace. "Thank you. I had another dream," I say swiftly, pulling his gaze from his desk.

I need him thoroughly distracted. Enough for the light on his screen to die out. If I am to believe what I saw, I'd say Soren has been looking into my life for longer than I've known him. Every. Single. Detail.

I'm not sure I want to know what he'll do to me when he finds out I know something. Or that I have regained my memories. Will he put me in the pack dungeons and chain me up to the wall? I'm sure he'd like that very much. Or will he kill me?

Gods, I'm getting ahead of myself.How do I always find myself in these situations with unhinged men?

I force myself to breathe easily, force my vision to cloud over like I am lost in another memory, force my voice to shake a little as I say, "It's getting worse, Soren. I can almost feel the pain when I fall." I shudder and pretend not to notice that he's drawn closer. "I wish it'd just stop."

When he touches me, I don't flinch. Not because I don't want to, but he's tricked my body into feeling safe around him and my stomach tightens when his thumb strokes my cheek. "It will. Soon." He crouches in front of me, free hand holding Landon in place. "I'll go get you breakfast."

It's more a question than a statement and I nod. He places Landon in my arms before shuffling out the room. I let out a shaky breath that turns into laughter when I notice Landon's wide eyes watching me with curiosity. I bop his nose. "Soon. We'll get out of here soon. Then, it'll be just us two. You would like that very much, wouldn't you?" I whisper-ask.

He starts crying.

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