Mary Ann’s POV
I barely slept after hearing Modric’s truck leave the pack house.
The roar of the engine had cut through the darkness, followed by the fading sound of tires carrying him farther away from me. I had stood behind my curtain for several minutes, watching the red taillights disappear through the gates.
He wanted me to hear him leave.
He wanted me to understand that nothing had changed after our kiss.
By morning, I had forced the hurt into a locked corner of my heart. Modric could spend his nights wherever he pleased. He had made it clear that his personal life was none of my concern, and I had made it equally clear that I no longer expected affection from him.
Today was not about being his wife.
It was about becoming Ironclaw’s Luna.
Greta entered my room shortly after s
