Third Person's POV
At that auction, he saw Vanya in a red dress.
It was the first time she hadn't copied anyone else's style.
She was just herself: confident, radiant, and graceful.
It was then that he truly saw her for the first time.
Cliff pursed his lips. "I'm sorry for how I treated you. I can make it up to you. Can we start over?"
"Cliff, there's no going back for us."
Vanya's voice was calm. "You probably have a lot to deal with, so I'll leave you to it."
Cliff clenched his fists. "I will never agree to a divorce! I won't let you be with Theodore! You're my mate and only my mate!"
"A marriage certificate can't hold me, Cliff. You don't sound like the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack anymore."
With that, Vanya turned and left.
Cliff stood there, a look of self-mockery on his f
