Pursuing My Rejected Luna by Cara Anderson novel Chapter 5

Skye

Cassandra turns, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think the guilt on her face was genuine. “Skye. I’m so sorry, this must look—”

“What is this?” I repeat, louder now.

Jaxon moves past me, his expression hard. “It’s temporary. Cassandra and Liam need a place to stay until we can arrange something more permanent.”

“More permanent.” I stare at him. “You’re moving them into our house.”

“It’s the Alpha’s house,” he corrects. “And Liam is my son. Where else would they stay?”

“Literally anywhere else?” My hands are shaking. “Guest quarters. A separate residence. Hell, there are empty homes all over pack territory. But you chose here. In our home.”

“This is the most practical solution.” Jaxon’s tone is maddeningly calm. “Liam needs to be close to the pack doctor while he undergoes treatment. And as Alpha, I need to be available to him.”

“How convenient.” I turn to Cassandra. “And you’re okay with this? Moving into your sister’s home? Sleeping under the same roof as her husband?”

“It’s just until Liam is better,” Cassandra says softly. “I know it’s awkward, but his health has to come first. Surely you understand that.”

The thing is, I do understand. If a child is sick, of course he needs to be near medical care. Of course his father would want him close.

But that doesn’t make this any less excruciating.

“How long?” I ask Jaxon.

“The doctor thinks a few months of treatment should—”

“A few months?” The room spins. “You expect me to live here with her for months? To watch you play house with my sister while I’m—”

I cut myself off before I can say it. Before I can tell him about the baby. Because standing here, watching Cassandra’s belongings infiltrate my home, I realize with sickening clarity that he doesn’t deserve to know.

“While you’re what?” Jaxon’s eyes narrow. “If you have something to say, Skye, say it.”

“While I’m still your wife,” I finish. “While we’re still mated. Does that mean nothing to you?”

Something flickers across his face—too quick to read. “This isn’t about us. It’s about Liam.”

“Everything is about Liam now, isn’t it? Or about Cassandra. But never about me.” I’m dangerously close to crying again, and I refuse to break down in front of them. “Fine. Move her in. Hell, give her my room while you’re at it. I’m sure she’d prefer the view.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“Dramatic?” I laugh, sharp and humorless. “I came home to find my husband moving his ex-girlfriend and their son into our house. But sure, I’m being dramatic.”

“Skye—” Cassandra starts.

The sound that comes from upstairs cuts her off.

A wet, rattling gasp. Then nothing.

Cassandra’s face goes white. “Liam.”

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