(Santiago’s POV)
I read Layla’s diary cover to cover…twice. The deception. The betrayal.
Moon goddess, she murdered my actual mate before I ever had the chance to meet her…before I knew her scent. The realization shoots pain straight through my chest. I wince as if a knife stabbed me through the heart.
Lilac and coffee hit my nostrils at the same time. It’s amazing how her presence eases my pain.
Isabella hands me the hot mug.
“I can’t even imagine how you are processing this. Is there anything I can do to support you?” she asks.
I shake my head. “No. We need to call the Elder Council and report this.”
Layla is staying with my father. Bella and I escort them to his cottage.
Gamma officers pound on the door. Father swings it wide open with a clearly annoyed guttural growl, unt
