Victor's POV
"Do you think she’ll ever look at me the same way she did when we first got married?"
My voice barely left my throat as I walked into my room and sank down on the couch, a bottle of whiskey half-empty in my hand.
Abel sat across from me, his arms crossed, his eyes dark.
"Honestly?" he started.
I nodded slowly.
He sighed. "No."
The word hit me harder than I expected. I took another long drink, letting the burn spread through my chest.
"I think you should forget her, Victor," Abel added. "She’s gone. Her heart is not with you anymore. She made that clear the moment she asked for the divorce."
"No. She still loves me. I know she does. I can feel it."
"Alpha Victor, I…"
"She’s mine, Abel. She is my Luna. I don’t care what anyone says. Not the Prince. Not Anthony. Not e
