Chapter 29
Dominic POV
I barely make it to my locker before my friends descend on me like starving vultures.
“Bro, you look different today,” Marcus says, elbowing me hard enough to bruise a warrior.
“Glowing,” Tyler adds with a smirk. “Heard the news, and it’s pretty clear the Moon Goddess finally blessed you or what?”
I roll my eyes, because of course this is happening. “I always look good. This isn’t new.”
“No, seriously,” Marcus snickers. “You’ve got that whole ‘just found my mate’ aura. You think you can hide that scent?”
“And obviously,” Tyler says loudly, “it’s Vivian.”
I stiffen.
They don’t notice. Or they pretend not to.
“About time, too,” Marcus laughs. “Man, imagine trading clingy Ellie for her prettier, younger sister-”
“Shut up.
It comes out my lips before I can stop it. Sharper than intended, slicing through the hallway noise.
Both of them blink at me.
I hate the way my pulse jumps. Hate the guilt curling in my stomach. Hate that Ellie’s face flashes in my mind- hurt, furious, betrayed-even though she wasn’t the one wrapped around someone else on a dance floor.
“She’s just an errand girl. It was a joke, dude,” Mason mutters, taken aback.
“Well, it wasn’t funny.”
I slam my locker shut harder than necessary. The clang echoes down the hall. Their words linger anyway, sticking
to me like burrs.
Clingy Ellie.
Prettier, younger sister.
Trading up.
Every phrase makes my jaw clench tighter.
She wasn’t so clingy now.
Vivian appears then, bright and cheerful, like a walking bouquet of perfume and confidence. She slips between the guys and loops her arm through mine like a claim, stopping me.
“There you all are!” she chirps.
Tyler, poking for another joke. “Ah, there she is. Our little married couple reunited! How’s it feel, Vivian? Our future Luna!”
The guys burst out laughing, and Vivian does too, but her brow furrows in confusion. And something inside me
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snaps.
It happens before I can think. Before I can stop myself. Before I can shove the truth back into the box I’ve been trying to bury since last night.
“It wasn’t Vivian.”
That kills the laughter instantly. Every head turns toward me.
Marcus’s eyebrows shoot up. Tyler’s mouth falls open. Vivian freezes, grip on my arm tightening just slightly.
I swallow hard.
“It wasn’t Vivian,” I repeat, because the universe clearly wants me to suffer. “The Moon Goddess… paired me with Ellie.”
Silence.
Dead, suffocating silence.
Like someone dropped a bomb in the middle of our group and forgot to warn anyone.
Marcus blinks slowly. “Ellie… Like, Errand Ellie?”
“No way,” Tyler adds, staring like I just confessed to murdering someone.
Vivian’s hand slips off my arm.
And all I can think is:
Great.
Fantastic.
I’ve officially detonated my entire day before second period.
But for the first time since the revelation, the guilt pressing on my chest lightens-just barely-as if saying it out
loud made it real.
And terrifyingly… unavoidable.
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