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“I’m declining. Personally.” I took the envelope, held it for a second… then dropped it into the potted fern beside the door. “I’d hate to be there.”
My eyes narrowed. “Is Leona not letting you eat what you want?”
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“Oh, honey.” She rolled onto her back and flopped her arms out dramatically. “Even if weren’t a factor, I wouldn’t go. That girl’s so desperate for relevance, she’d host a funeral for a dead fish if she thought Vogue might cover the floral arrangements.”
Maya snorted as she pulled the phone back, her face twisted in a sneer.
She scowled, the mask slipping for a breath. “You two are so close; I wouldn’t put it past him to go behind my back and invite you.”
I sagged against it, breath catching in my throat.
“I thought it would be a kind gesture,” she said, stepping forward.
“Can you believe this?”
“Yeah, but “I sighed. “You don’t have to choose. Celeste is your mate’s sister; you’re inevitably going to be pulled into her circle more and more.”
“But…Dad never threw you a party. Not even when you got married.”
“It’s you I’m worried about.”
“No,” I said flatly.
“You’re allowed to move on,” I told Maya. “To grow into your life with Ethan, even if it
overlaps with…that.”
“Come on,” Maya said, slapping my thigh as she sat up. “Enough lazing around. Let’s see if today’s the day you can put me on my ass.”
I hung up and padded barefoot across the hallway, pulling open the door-and nearly
slamming it shut again.
“Hold on, Danny. Someone’s at the door. I’ll call you back after.”
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She tried again, offering the envelope like it was a cursed gift. “Well, since Kieran hasn’t, I wanted to extend the invitation personally. We’d love to have you there.”
“Listen, baby,” I said gently. “Not every party is meaningful and special. Some people throw parties just to show off. But real celebrations are about love and joy-not just decorations and cameras.”
I chuckled. “Okay, good. Anyone restrict you over there, and you let me know, okay?”
I let out a breathless laugh before flopping onto my back, too, sweat clinging to my skin. The muffled sounds of people training all around us had become familiar music to my ears, and I smiled softly.
“Of course he did,” Maya said, sliding into cobra with way too much smug ease. “And he asked me to come, but we both know I’d rather eat glass than sit through that circus.”
I shook my head. “Bye, Celeste.”
I barely recognized the man beside her. He looked like a wax figure. Too still. Too stiff. Too… not him.
There was a soft gasp, and then, “Hello? Seraphina, dear?”
Daniel nodded, his expression thoughtful. “You know she moved into our house?”
I shook my head. “Oh, baby, you don’t have to do that. I’m fine.”
I frowned at the sudden drop in his tone. “I’m fine.”
The photo attached was grotesquely polished-Celeste in a backless gown, coy smile in full bloom, clutching Kieran’s arm like he was a flight risk.
My grip on the phone tightened as ice slithered down my spine. “Mom.”
She shrugged, smirking like I’d given her a compliment. “Well, this is your invitation.”
I squinted, reading the headline.
Her face tightened. “Did Kieran already invite you?”
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news of the most unintimate intimate soirée known to man-and wolf-kind..
“Oh.” I glanced at the peas. “I’m good. Just a slight scrape at training today.”
“The one with Daddy and Celeste,” he said, wrinkling his nose. “It was on the news, and I heard Grandma and Grandpa talking about it.”
I eyed the print on the envelope-my name in glittery gold-and arched a brow. “What is
that?”
I was about to call Daniel back, and restore some semblance of the peace and joy I’d been feeling-but before I could, my phone buzzed with a new call from an unknown number.
I was curled up in the living room in the evening, a bag of frozen peas pressed to the shoulder I’d landed on when Maya had flipped me and pinned me to the floor. Twice.
He cleared his throat and shrugged with feigned nonchalance. “I saw the party thing.” But it wasn’t like I cared, did I? Kieran and I were never a real couple, and I didn’t even like parties to be with.
For a moment, I stared at her, speechless. Their fucking drama just kept finding me, even when I was minding my business in my home.
“I will,” she said. “But I refuse to acquaint myself with someone who has more sparkle
than sense.”
My snort was involuntary, and it pulled a soft smile from Daniel, too.
Still, that sour feeling spread from my mouth through my body, and I didn’t like it one bit.
Celeste’s little campaign had even reached Daniel.
I froze. “What?”
The video call crackled to life on my encrypted phone, and there he was-my boy, curled up on the bed surrounded by the new plushies I’d sent him and a half-eaten apple in
hand.
She held a gilded envelope out like it was a peace treaty-though I doubted she even knew the meaning of peace-and smiled. “I came here to give you this.”
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My jaw clenched. “Well…it’s nothing you need to worry about.”
That caught me off guard. I sat up straighter. “What party?”
My heart swelled instantly. “Hey, sweetheart. Is that dinner or a snack?”
She shook her head, her eyes wide with faux innocence. “Oh, no, no. You misunderstand me, Sera, dear.”
I stepped back and shut the door in her face, locking it twice.
He smiled. “Got it.”
“Are you sure?”
The bell rang through the house, blocking out the rest of his sentence.
She grinned. “Aw, but you’re so cute when you try.” She wiggled her brows as I stood.
Celeste stood on my porch.
When Maya shoved her phone in front of my face, I almost cramped while I was stretching.
‘Alpha Kieran Blackthorne to Host Intimate Soirée with Future Luna, Celeste Lockwood.’ “An invitation,” she beamed. “I don’t know if you heard about Kieran’s and my party-”
“Dad called. The house is unrecognizable. It looks like a unicorn stable.”
“Just pretend I’m a life-size blow-up doll of Celeste.”
“Your home is with me, baby,” I said softly. “She can take over a house, but your home will always be here when you come back.”
I didn’t move. “You thought wrong.”
“So, how are you?” I asked.
“Mom!”
But I refused to dwell on it. Screw Celeste and whatever mind games she was playing
now.
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I eyed the envelope again, now certain it was some kind of letter bomb.
“I’m not going to ask you to boycott your mate’s social obligations,” I murmured, trying to keep the conversation casual.
“Dinner was chicken and rice. The apple is dessert,” he said with exaggerated maturity. “Grandma says fruits are nature’s candy.”
“Intimate soirée’? Please. That shit is posted on basically every media outlet in LA. She probably hired half of LA’s photographers to make sure every angle of her new nose job gets coverage.”
In a form-fitting pastel dress, hair swept into glossy waves, heels that didn’t suit my dusty
front step.
“Hello, Seraphina,” she said brightly, like we were neighbors trading cookie recipes.
Her smile faltered. “No?”
“It’s been so long, I thought we were done with these harassment visits. I’m so not in the fucking mood, Celeste.”
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“No, thank you,” I said.
I didn’t laugh. I just stretched out on the yoga mat and pushed up into a plank. “I’m guessing Ethan got an invitation?”
“No,” I repeated. “You don’t get to come here with your envelope and pretend this is normal. You could’ve mailed it. Or texted. Or-better yet-not invited me at all.”
Today wasn’t the day.
Celeste’s jaw twitched, her eyes hardening in that familiar icy look of hatred.
I groaned, pushing myself up, too. “We both know today’s not the day.”
He shook his head. “No, I mean, how are you? Really. Really.”
“Goodnight, Celeste.”
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He smiled. “I can’t wait to-
Her brows knitted. “What?”
I swiped hesitantly. “Hello?”
I snorted before I could help myself, and we exchanged a look, understanding passing
between us.
“What’s up, hon? Something on your mind?”
That stopped me cold. “Excuse me?”
I pressed my fingers to my lips and then to the screen. “I love you more.”
I smirked, cracking my knuckles as Celeste’s pretty, vindictive face flashed before my leads. “Okay. Maybe today’ll be the day.”
I snorted. “Eskimos in Alaska have heard about your party.”
“Okay! Love you, Mom.”
That shattered me more than I expected.
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He waved his hand dismissively. “It’s cool. Grandpa always sneaks me chocolates and buys me ice cream when we go to the beach.”
“Actually, Mom, how are you?”
A sour taste filled my mouth.
“You’re not asking me. It’s my choice.”
