Natalie's POV
"Julian? Julian!" I hissed into the phone, gripping it so tightly my knuckles turned white.
"I can't come over tonight, Natalie. Aurelia collapsed. She needs me here."
The dismissal in his voice sliced through me like a knife. Before I could respond, the line went dead.
I stared at my phone in disbelief. For five years, Julian had never chosen that woman over me. Never.
My hands shook as I navigated to the surveillance app on my phone. Months ago, I'd convinced Julian to install security cameras throughout the pack house for "Isabelle's safety." He never questioned why I needed access.
I found the feed from the master bedroom and watched as Julian sat beside Aurelia's unconscious form. He was holding her hand, his thumb stroking her palm. The tenderness in his expression made bile rise in my throat.
"No," I whispered. "No, no, no."
I zoomed in closer. Julian was crying. Actually crying over that pathetic excuse for a Luna.
