Seraphina's POV
I sat there, stunned, my brother's words echoing in my mind.
Please hate him.
Hate Adrian? And Blake?
My chest tightened painfully. Despite everything he'd done, despite the lies, the manipulation, the betrayal, I was finding it impossibly hard to hate him.
I was disappointed, yes.
Devastated and Heartbroken? Yes.
But hate?
How could I bring myself to hate him?
He was my mate. My husband. The man the Moon Goddess herself had chosen for me. I'd liked him—more than liked him, if I was being honest with myself.
I'd been planning to build a happy life with him. I'd imagined our future together, pictured myself standing beside him, maybe even having a family someday.
Every dream I'd allowed myself to have, every small piece of happiness I'd collected, they all came crashing down around me now, shattering into dust.
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold the pieces together, but they kept slipping through my fingers.
