Chapter 195


    My heart is tattooing against the inside of my chest as I make my way down to the stage.


    The weight of all the other wolves staring at me feels like a noose around my neck.


    What could they want with me?


    Do they need me to sign some kind of binding document as well, because Aaron made me Luna to all


    three packs?


    When I arrive at the foot of the stage, I leave a decent sized distance between myself and Aaron.


    remember thest time I was here.


    Going down on my knees to offer myself in ce of my father.


    Aaron’s ns and maniptionsing to light and his fury in the way I tried to thwart them. In the


    end, it hadn’t made a difference. My father had killed himself, and things had spiraled from there.


    Bu then… he didn’t kill himself, did he?


    My brother’s duplicity had been to


    And he’d killed my father.


    Liam would’ve killed me.


    Aaron was the enemy to my pack all these years, and yet he was the one person to staunchly protect


    and defend me.


    “Luna Leah,” Karolina says. “You petitioned this Council to grant a divorce from your husband, however


    at the time, you neither had your wolf, nor were mated.”


    Out of everything I expect the Council to bring up, this is not


    one of them.


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    It seems like a million years ago now since I told Aaron and


    the Council that I wanted a divorce.


    “Do you still desire a divorce, or are we right in assuming your change in circumstances has also


    changed your mind?” Karolina finishes, looking at me expectantly.


    My thoughts race, and I’m unable to answer right away.


    Part of me immediately wants to say yes, I still want to dissolve the marriage between me and Aaron


    that has proven


    meaningless over and over.


    But arger part of me-mostly driven by my


    for a real rtionship with her mate, underscored by the way Aaron made love to me earlier-balks at


    the idea, and I can’t bring myself to confirm or deny what the Council has said to


    me.


    However, before I can reply, Aaron speaks up.


    “It no longer matters whether Leah wants a divorce,” he announces, immediately spi king my temper.


    It’s just like him to talk for me, think he knows what I want, decide he can control me and dictate what I


    do.


    I won’t stand for it!


    “This is for me to decide, Aaron, not you,” I tell him in a low voice, trying to keep it between us.


    But there’s no point.


    We’re standing in a hall full of wolves who have heightened hearing and are clearly hanging on every


    word we’re saying.


    “Actually, this time I’m the one who’s going to decide,” Aaron tells me, barely sparing me a nce


    before returning his attention to the Council members. “I wish to petition the Council to grant me a


    divorce from my wife, Leah Roberts


    Rathborn.”