Every chandelier shimmered with sterile perfection, every corner smelled faintly of lemon polish and wood, but underneath it all was the stench of humiliation.
Three days had passed since the end of the LST. Three days since Kieran had looked at me as if I were something pitiful, an inconvenience. And then walked away.
I’d told myself he just needed time. That after all the noise settled, he’d come crawling back like always-apologizing, rationalizing, making it up to me.
That’s how it always went. Kieran might be stubborn and proud, but he was predictable.
And he loved me.
So when his name flashed on my phone this morning, shock and hope crashed through me, my heart leaping.
“Kieran!” I said his name the way one breathes after drowning-half-relief, half-disbelief.
“Celeste.” His voice was calm, too calm. “Can we meet? There’s something I need to say in person.”
I knew it. I knew he couldn’t stay away for long.
“Of course,” I said softly, as if I hadn’t already bolted to the vanity, as if my heart wasn’t hammering loud enough to be heard through the line.
When I hung up, relief and giddy anticipation bubbled up. I nearly laughed out loud in incredulity and ecstasy.
Yes, yes, yes!
My mother appeared at my door at that moment, coat in hand, ready to leave for the cemetery.
“Is something going on?” she asked curiously.
I beamed at her. “Kieran wants to see me!”
“Oh.” Her expression shuttered, and I frowned. “Aren’t you happy?”
“I am. It’s just…” She shook her head. “You promised to visit your father’s grave with me today. You haven’t been since the funeral.”
I waved her off, already heading to my closet.
I rifled through dresses-silk, chiffon, lace. “Tell Father I’ll come tomorrow,” I murmured absently to my mother.
“Celeste, he-“
I whipped my head back. “What? It’s not like he’s going anywhere.”
Her eyes widened. “Celeste!”
I rolled my eyes, turning back to my closet.
My mind spun with possibilities: the ring, Kieran kneeling before me, the headline. Celeste Lockwood and Alpha Kieran Blackthorne: The
Union of Legends.
Til visit soon,” I said. “I’ll even bring Kieran so he can be properly introduced as his son-in-law.” I smirked over my shoulder. “The right way, this time.”
My mother didn’t say anything as she quietly left my room and shut the door.
My hand shook as I swept blush across my cheeks. I tried to steady myself, layering on composure like war paint, focusing on each precise motion to contain my nerves.
I slipped into a sheer red dress, sleek, bold, and almost scandalously tailored to every curve.
The fabric caught the light in a way that made it seem poured over my skin, accentuating the warmth of my tan and the long, shapely lines of my legs.
When I stood before the mirror, I saw the version of me Kieran could never resist. The woman he always came back to-even after ten years. The one who could undo him with something as simple as a smile.
And as I left my room, I made a promise to myself: This time, I wouldn’t let him out of my grasp.
The restaurant was empty when I arrived; not a soul in sight, except for the waiter who opened the door for me. Candlelight flickered over the velvet seats and gilded walls, and a soft piano played somewhere unseen.
He’d booked the entire place.
My lips curled. My chest swelled. This was it. This was fucking it!
Kieran was already there, seated by the window. His posture was straight, his suit immaculate, his expression unreadable.
For a fleeting second, I saw the same man who had once sworn he’d protect me against the world. The man who’d been mine before
Sera sank her claws into him.
Never again.
“I didn’t realize you could be so dramatic, Kie,” I teased lightly, setting my clutch down as I slid into the seat opposite him. He’d already ordered wine, and I wrapped my fingers around the cool stem of my glass.
“Booking an entire restaurant? You could’ve just proposed like a normal man.” I winked. “You know I don’t mind the audience.”
He didn’t smile.
“Celeste,” he said, his voice low, careful. “There’s something I need to say.”
Straight to the point. Oh, what a man.
I smoothed my hair, ignoring the faint prickle in my stomach. “Don’t be nervous. I promise I’ll say yes.”
“Celeste.”
The sound of my name again-firmer, colder-cut through my fantasy like a blade.
My fingers froze around my wine glass. “What is it?”
He took a breath, steady and deep. His gaze didn’t waver as his eyes locked on mine. “We need to end this.”
For a heartbeat, I didn’t understand the words. They made no sense strung together like that. “End…what?”
“This,” he said, gesturing between us. “Our relationship.”
I laughed. I actually laughed. “Oh, gods, you’re terrible at this. You nearly had me for a second.”
“Celeste-“
“No, no.” I shook my head. “You know I like theatrics, but this is a bit much, Kie. You don’t get to fake a breakup right before you propose.”
His expression didn’t shift. “I’m not joking.”
Silence cracked between us.
The candles flickered, and the piano faltered into another key.
My throat went dry. “You’re serious.”
“I am.”
I stared at him, trying to decipher the lines of his face. “Did Sera put you up to this?” I asked finally. “Or was it Daniel? He’s always hated me, and I knew that pretentious invitation was a tactic-“
“This isn’t about them,” he cut in sharply.
“Then what? My voice rose before I could stop it. “What the actual fuck is happening right now?”
Kieran sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Celeste, I’ve failed you. I thought I could love you the way you wanted, but I can’t. I…I don’t think I ever have. And I won’t keep pretending. It’s wrong-for both of us.”
My mind recoiled. This couldn’t be real. Panic rose, refusing to let reality take hold. This wasn’t fucking happening.
“You’re wrong” The words came out brittle, trembling. “I know you, Kieran. You don’t mean that.”
“I do.”
I could feel my pulse hammering in my throat, my chest, my fingertips. He couldn’t mean it. Not after everything.
“I’ve given you ten years of my life!” I spat. “Ten years of waiting, loving, fighting! You think you can just-end it?” I swung my arm around the empty restaurant. “Like this?”
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