Chapter 80
Joe's POV
Sleep had mocked me all night.
I'd spent hours replaying the scene with Mark and Lily in my head, my mind stubbornly circling the same questions like a wolf chasing its tail.
The way Mark had owned her in his words… it didn't make sense to me. It wasn't just his tone, or the casual arrogance, it was the certainty. As Lily had once belonged to him and he was sure she always would.
What baffled me more was the slow burn in my chest whenever I thought about it. Was I pissed because Mark had the guts to say it to my face? Or because Lily just… stayed silent? Didn't push back? She didn't even try?
Was my anger for her… or at her?
I raked my fingers through my hair, exhaling sharply. None of this should matter. I had a wife, a Luna. Lily is now a maid, a nobody. She isn't supposed to mean anything to me anymore.
So why the hell did my wolf keep pacing like a caged predator?
My train of thought shattered when the door swung open without so much as a knock.
