Chapter 60
Dacas opened up the door, allowing Ayla inside the house first. He waited an extra moment, looking back out into the darkened drive. To the car that would never drive his wife home again. It was over. He was no longer married.
“Hey,” Ayla said gently, reaching out to take his arm. “Let’s get inside. It’s cold.”
Lucas turned. “Of course. Should get you warmed up.”
The two of them moved inside. The house was quiet, many of the servants having gone home for the day. Ayla went straight to the kitchen. “Should we eat?”
He didn’t say anything, instead moving past the kitchen into the large living room. Yet even the couch looked uninviting. There was so much work to do, maybe it was better he got started on that…
“You don’t look very happy,” Ayla said.
Lucas glanced over his shoulder at her. “I just got divorced.”
“You just became free! Think of it. Elaine has been holding you back all this time. All she does is lie and create so much…drama. All that unhappiness is gone now.” She walked over to Lucas, taking his hand and leading him to sit down on the couch. “She knew exactly how to make you mad. And so she kept poking all those buttons. You’re so much happier now.”
Lucas inclined his head. He wasn’t sure if he believed her or not on that. Happy wasn’t exactly the word for what he felt. But maybe…this would just be tonight, and it’d get better. Ayla sat beside him, hand sliding up his arm.
“And with her gone, your dad can’t control you anymore. No more spies in your household.” Ayla leaned her head against his shoulder. “You can finally have me.”
Lucas stilled.
He’d once loved Ayla, though through the years that feeling had faded. Now…what he once felt for his fated mate was close to nothing. Responsibility, perhaps. He wanted to see her taken care of, but love?
“Ayla…”
She turned to look up at him. “Your dad forced Elaine on you. But now she isn’t around anymore. She made it perfectly clear she doesn’t want you. Made up all those lies.”
“Not now…”
“Why not now? Lucas, we are fated to be together! Now, nothing is standing in our way.” She leaned up, her face close to his.
Lucas abruptly stood, crossing away from the couch.
“I said not now.”
Ayla’s brow furrowed but the expression cleared a moment later. She took a breath. “Oh, I see…should I just… leave?”
She coughed.
Lucas turned back to her. “Are you feeling sick?”
“It’s nothing…” Ayla said dismissively. “I’ll be fine with some rest.
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He sighed and walked back to her, offering to help her up. “I’ll still look out for you, Ayla. Even if this…” He
otioned between them, not exactly sure what to call it. “Don’t worry about your medical expenses. You can still stay in the house.”
“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Let’s get you to bed.”
Later, Lucas stepped into his study. Ayla was in her own room now, resting. Terminally ill. He still could hardly believe it, but he’d make sure she was cared for.
The door to his study closed with a soft click that seemed to echo throughout the entire house. Empty. It had never felt so empty before. So quiet and still. He crossed to his desk, running his hand along the papers scattered across
So much work to do, yet…
He drew close to the window, hands folded behind his back as he looked out onto the gardens just beyond the estate grounds.
Alpha President.
He’d won. He’d done it. He should still be celebrating and setting up his plans moving forward, especially concerning his pack and who would run the day-to-day, as he now had other matters to attend to and yet…


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