Chapter 25
The next day, I invited Scott to the house for coffee and a chat. As we sat at the dining table, sipping our mugs, we discussed everything from my successful interview to the impact my dress had on Noah. Our conversation eventually turned to Scott’s recent string of blind dates, all arranged by Noah.
“What didn’t you like about her?” I asked, subconsciously stirring my black coffee. The bitterness burned my stomach, but my aversion to cream, sugar, or even milk in my coffee persisted.
“I don’t know,” Scott confessed. “I just didn’t feel anything. No spark.”
I took a sip. “Well, if the spark isn’t there, it isn’t there.”
“The problem is she was the last eligible girl in the Nightcrest Pack, and I still haven’t found my fated mate.”
I raised an eyebrow. “So, what’s Noah going to do?”
He shrugged. “I think he’s considering looking at girls from other packs.”
A pang of sadness struck my heart. Noah was going to extraordinary lengths to help his half-brother, yet he wouldn't let him marry outside a suitable background. I twisted my wedding ring. This, I supposed, was a lesson Noah had learned from personal experience.
“How do you feel about that?” I asked.
Scott exhaled sharply. “I just wish I could find a mate as gentle and affectionate as you are.”
Heat flooded my cheeks, and I looked away. “Oh, Scott, you don’t mean that.”
He covered my hand. “Yes, I do,” he said firmly. “My brother doesn’t appreciate you as he should. It infuriates me that he doesn’t understand what he has…”
I bit my lip, withdrawing my hand and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “That’s very kind of you. I’m sure you’ll find someone worthy of your love soon.”
“I don’t know. Becoming mates requires destiny, and I just don’t know if it’s in the cards for me right now. Certainly not like it was for you and Noah.”
I sighed quietly, staring into my mug. Was it really destiny that brought Noah and me together? It was hard to believe, after everything I’d been through. Yet, the fact that I’d been given a second chance at life did suggest destiny was on my side in other ways. Now, it was time to see if it was on Scott’s, too.
“Scott, can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Would you still support me if I wanted a divorce?”
Scott pursed his lips, slowly drinking his coffee. I saw the internal struggle in his eyes.
After a minute, he set down his mug. “Luna Hannah, everything I do is for the happiness of both you and Noah,” he reluctantly admitted. “I don’t think a divorce is conducive to that.”
I tilted my head. “But what if I’d be happier if I left Noah?”
Scott’s lips turned down. Without a word, he stood and left, leaving me in deafening silence.
“I don’t want to do this,” I texted Viona after arriving at her house.
“Just get your butt in here!” she replied. “It’ll be good for you, girl. I promise.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, but remember, this was YOUR idea.”
“Yeah, my GREAT idea.”
I grabbed my purse and headed up the steps. I adjusted the straps of my black cocktail dress before ringing the doorbell. A grin spread across my face as Viona and Amber opened the door, each holding a margarita.