Constance's Power

fear in her belly. Tomorrow, she would bond with the man she loved most and would be crowned as the Luna of the Ironhowl Pack. No

her mind of the future Luna. A self-assured, competent leader. But all she

eart pounded in her chest, but she forced herself to ta

" she sai

entryway, and Constance's throat tightened at the sight of him. Keen. Her mate. Her future. He was the only one who truly believed in he

s odd about them tonight-something cold and dis

rely louder than a whisper. "What are you

arp. He shut the door behind him, the gentle click ech

. Something wasn't rig

ied, stepping closer but not rea

to smile, but her lips shook. She wanted to reach for him and narrow the g

jaw tightened. "This isn'

t down her spine.

te some time. The stillness between them was oppres

ejecti

hest. Constance blinked, thinking she h

nmoving. "I reject you as my mate, Constance. Yo

his cannot be happening. Not Keen. Not the man she had known since they w

nd she took a step toward him, reaching out with he

ly pushed her hand away from him. "You will leave

asked, tears welling in her eyes but refusing to drop. "What has cha

myself to the wolfle

husband suddenly became a stranger. He was the only one who sens

low. She had imagined this moment, their future together, and being by his side as his Luna.

The question escaped her

turned his back on her, walking toward the door as if

m, gripping his arm, desperate for him to look at her and

the room without saying anything else. The sound of the lock

down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. She had imagined plenty of situations for this night, like nervous laughter, stolen kisse

r. Keen was gone. And with him, everything she had beli

not heartless. There was always an underlying compassion, a sense that, despite his harsh comments, he genuin

remained, she would only serve as a reminder of his rejection. She couldn't take the

nted her gone, she would leave-but she would find the truth. She was wolfless, but s