The Enemy Alpha Wanted His Heartless Luna Chapter 08

Leah hit the floor and bit down hard on her lip.

She had planned everything so carefully.

First, she manipulated the Luna selection. Then she persuaded Brandon to act as her Moon Companion. Finally, she deliberately put on my wedding dress to steal the spotlight.

Every move had been calculated.

And yet, in the end, Brandon still refused to choose her. Instead, he held me in his arms, promising over and over that he would wait for me for the rest of his life.

I caught sight of Leah out of the corner of my eye and turned to look at her.

Her expression reminded me of the way she had looked at me years ago, sitting in the passenger seat of Brandon’s car and staring at me through the window.

It was exactly the same.

The only difference was that I no longer cared.

I couldn’t even be bothered to hate her anymore.

Just as I turned away, a hand reached in from beside me and settled firmly on my shoulder, gently pulling me back.

I took half a step backward and felt my back press against someone’s chest.

Garrett’s voice came from above me, calm and even.

“Don’t you think it’s inappropriate to put your hands on another Alpha’s Luna in front of her husband?”

Brandon’s hand froze in midair.

The fury in his eyes hadn’t faded. He could only watch as Garrett pulled me protectively into his arms. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

“Let her go.”

“She’s my Luna, my mate, and my wife.” Garrett looked down at him. “You’re the one who needs to let go.”

Brandon lunged forward and grabbed Garrett by the collar.

Garrett drove an elbow into Brandon’s ribs.

They crashed into the corner of the table, sending the coffee pot tumbling over. Scalding coffee spilled across the floor.

I stood a few feet away, watching them fight without the slightest change in expression.

A cut split Brandon’s lip, and blood trickled down his chin.

He turned his head toward me.

“Grace…”

I stared at the glaring streak of red on his mouth. He looked like a beaten dog, utterly pathetic.

Holden rushed forward, wrapped his arms around Brandon’s waist, and struggled to drag him back.

“Brandon, have you lost your mind? What good is fighting him going to do?”

Held back by Holden, Brandon’s chest heaved. He looked like he was one second away from shifting.

“Grace!”

His voice cracked as he shouted my name.

“Look at me! I’m bleeding!”

“Yeah. I can see that.”

“Don’t you have anything to say?”

I thought about it for a moment before turning to Garrett.

“Garrett, you scraped your hand. Does it hurt?”

Garrett rolled his wrist and glanced at the red mark on the back of his hand.

“I’m fine. It’s just a scratch.”

Brandon’s eyes turned completely red.

He leaned against Holden, blood dripping from his chin and seeping into the seams between the marble tiles.

Only then did he finally understand.

I wasn’t pretending. I wasn’t forcing myself to hold back my emotions, and I wasn’t waiting for him to say a few more sweet words so I could forgive him like I always had.

I was truly done with him.

After Brandon left, the courtyard fell silent for a couple of seconds.

Holden stood by the doorframe, gripping it tightly, unsure whether to come inside or leave.

Trevor walked up to me and called softly, “Sis.”

I didn’t respond.

“Can you please say something to me? Even if you just yell at me…”

“You were never like this before. When you got really mad, you’d kick me in the shins and call me an ungrateful bastard. But now you won’t even say a word. You’re really scaring me.”

He looked up at me, his eyes already rimmed with red.

I met his gaze.

“We said everything that needed to be said last night. There’s nothing left to talk about.”

Trevor straightened and took another step toward me.

“Then… will you still consider me your brother?”

“You’re my brother. We can’t exactly undo our blood ties.”

“But…”

“You talk too much.”

Trevor’s lips trembled, and his shoulders slumped.

Holden was still standing by the door.

He looked at me, his lips moving several times before he finally managed to speak.

“Grace, can I talk to you for a minute? We’ve been friends since we were kids. You can’t really treat me like a stranger, can you?”

“Maybe I can.”

Holden’s mouth tightened into a thin line, “I was wrong.”

“I don’t forgive you.”

I turned and walked into the house.

Trevor hurried after me, “Sis! Are you really giving up on all of us?”

I didn’t stop walking.

“You’re the ones who lost me first.”