"That was a shitty stunt you pulled," Warren muttered as the door clicked shut behind us.

I sat down and folded my arms. "That so?"

"You should have told the pack before we arrived. Instead you chose to blindside Tiffany. Tell me, did it feel good to see if the pack would turn against her?"

"Did they?" I asked coolly. "Or did you forget I was the first one to bend knee, the first one to clap. She was accepted because I visibly gave her that space. Do not paint me as the villain here."

"You should have prepared them," he huffed with a sigh.

"I wasn't aware I was supposed to shout from the rooftops regarding my failings as a wife and Luna, forgive me Alpha," I quipped back sarcastically.

"Look, I know this is hard on you. It's hard on me too, ok?"

"I seriously doubt that," I retorted, raising an eyebrow. "You didn't lose much. But me, I lost everything. How does that compare?"

"We had a deal Allison. We would break things off when either you or I found our fated mate. You were the one who had that idea, did you not?"

"I did," I admitted slowly, trying to rein in my temper. It felt like I was trying to argue and debate with a toddler. "However, I was under the impression we would give each other a modicum of respect. How would you feel if the tables were turned? How would you react if you felt like you had been gut punched repeatedly, went to look for me and found me tangled with another man? Did it ever cross your mind to consider me? I don't think you once thought of me when she was kissing where I marked you as my mate."

Warren dropped his eyes guiltily.

I shook my head and stopped glaring. "I've cleaned out my office and the bedroom," I said with a sigh. "It'll be like we were never married. In fact..." I leaned forward and pulled a red folder off the top of his to do pile. "Divorce papers."

Warren's eyes grew wide and he gaped at me like a fish out of water. "But why?"

"You can't be fucking serious," I said dryly. "I won't play second to your mate. You don't get both of us."

"Well no, but Tiffany needs to learn the ins and outs of the pack..." he sputtered.

"And I've already decided that I am going to stay to pass along the information and duties. I don't owe her or you anything further."

Warren's blue eyes met mine. "You can't leave the pack."

"And why not? Am I not free to live my own life?"

"You... you can't. We need you, I need you."

I shook my head. "No you don't. That much is clear. Just sign the fucking papers."

Warren sat back and threw his pen onto the desk. "No," he said, crossing his arms and I couldn't help but scoff.

"So you're going to throw a fucking tantrum? You want your cake and eat it too?"

"Allison, you helped shape this pack. You've guided it to be where we are now. Please, don't leave. Tiffany needs you." I curled my lip in distaste.

"Sign the papers," I said blandly, staring into his eyes, unfazed.

"Tiffany needs guidance. You were an incredible Luna," he grouched. I internally winced at the use of past tense instead of saying I am an incredible Luna. "Had it been the other way around, I would have been welcoming to your mate."

I stared at Warren hard, making him shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"But you never met him so-"

Well, there's no reason to keep this secret so close to the chest anymore.

"I rejected him," I interjected calmly.

Warren's mouth dropped. "What? Why would you do that? We had the agreement. You were always free to go with him."

"And what?" I replied with a shrug. "I met him right after you took control of the pack. Leaving you at that moment would have devastated you and the pack. I couldn't do that. So I took the next logical step and rejected him. For us, for you."