Chapter 5

Through the window, Mira watched as Kieran got out of the driver's side. Astrid emerged from the passenger seat. And from the back, Brielle, already dressed in a fancy dinner outfit Mira had never seen before.

They'd already been together. The three of them. Probably picking Brielle up from ballet, maybe getting her ready for dinner. A family outing that Mira wasn't part of.

Brielle ran to Kieran, who scooped her up with a laugh—genuine warmth that he never showed Mira anymore. Astrid said something that made him smile, and he reached over to brush a strand of hair from her face with casual intimacy.

They looked perfect together. Happy. Like the photos on Astrid's social media, except this time with Brielle completing the picture.

And Mira was outside looking in. Again. Always.

She stood and walked to the front door, pulling it open just as they reached the steps.

Kieran's smile died when he saw her.

"Mira. What are you doing here?"

What was she doing there? At the estate she'd chosen, with the daughter she'd nearly died birthing, in the family she'd sacrificed everything to build?

"We need to talk," Mira said. "Now."

"Can this wait?" Kieran didn't even have the decency to look apologetic. "We have dinner reservations."

"No, it can't wait." Mira's voice was steel. "You're planning to move Brielle to the city without discussing it with me?"

"Mommy, please don't be mad," Brielle whimpered, clinging to Kieran's neck. "I want to go."

"See?" Astrid said softly. "She wants to go. Why are you making this difficult?"

"Stay out of this," Mira snapped. "This is between me and my husband."

"But it involves Brielle, and I'm her caretaker now—"

"You are not her caretaker!" Mira's wolf flashed in her eyes. "You're his mistress who's been manipulating my daughter!"

"Mira, enough." Kieran's voice cracked like a whip. "You're scaring Brielle."

Mira looked at her daughter, who was indeed trembling against Kieran's chest, eyes wide with fear.

Fear of her own mother.

"Inside," Kieran ordered. "We'll discuss this privately."

He carried Brielle into the estate, Astrid following close behind like she had every right to be there. Mira trailed after them, feeling like a guest in her own daughter's home.

Kieran set Brielle down gently. "Sweetheart, why don't you go play in your room for a bit? The grown-ups need to talk."

"But dinner—"

"We'll go soon, I promise." He kissed the top of her head. "Go on."

Brielle ran upstairs, and the moment she was gone, Kieran turned on Mira with cold fury.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Showing up unannounced, upsetting Brielle, making scenes—"

"Making scenes?" Mira couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You're moving our daughter without telling me, and I'm the one making scenes?"

"I was going to tell you," Kieran said dismissively. "I just hadn't gotten around to it yet."

"Hadn't gotten around to it? She's my daughter!"

"She's our daughter," Kieran corrected. "And as her father, I have every right to decide where she lives. Especially when her mother can barely be bothered to visit her."

The accusation stung because there was truth in it. "That's not fair. You know why I haven't been here—"

"Because you were too busy with your work? Your endless training sessions and medical conferences?" Kieran's voice dripped with contempt. "Meanwhile, Astrid has been here every day, caring for Brielle, making sure she's happy and well-adjusted."

"She's not Brielle's mother!"

"No, but she's been more present than you have." Kieran moved closer to Astrid, a united front. "Brielle needs stability. She needs someone who's actually here for her."

"I can be here for her—"

"Can you?" Kieran cut her off. "Because from what I've seen, you're too wrapped up in your own drama to focus on what Brielle needs. The divorce threats, the emotional outbursts, the constant conflict with my mother—"

"Your mother slapped me!"

"And you tried to hit her back!" Kieran's eyes flashed gold. "That's not Luna behavior. That's not mother behavior. Frankly, I'm concerned about your stability."

Mira felt the ground tilting beneath her feet. "My stability? You're questioning my stability when you've been openly cheating on me for three years?"

"I've been discreet," Kieran said coldly. "And our arrangement was always clear—you give me an heir, I provide for you and Brielle. That's the agreement."

"That's not a marriage! That's a transaction!"

"It's the reality of pack leadership." Kieran's voice was final. "And if you can't handle that reality, then maybe Brielle is better off with someone who can."

The words hit like a physical blow. "You're trying to take her from me."

"I'm trying to do what's best for her." Kieran's expression didn't soften. "And right now, what's best is stability. A home where people aren't screaming at each other. Adults who can be civil."

"I can be civil—"

"Really?" Astrid finally spoke, her voice gentle and reasonable. "Because you just screamed at me in front of Brielle, called me names, and made her cry. Is that civil?"

Mira opened her mouth to respond, but no words came. Because Astrid was right. Mira had lost control. Had scared her own daughter. Had become the villain in this story they'd been carefully crafting.

"The city apartment has better schools," Kieran continued, his tone businesslike now. "Better opportunities. And Brielle will have two adults who are present and attentive instead of one absent mother."

"Two adults," Mira repeated numbly. "You mean you and your mistress."

"I mean two people who put Brielle first." Kieran checked his watch. "Now, we're already late for dinner. We'll discuss custody arrangements later, through lawyers if necessary. But Brielle is coming with us tonight, and she'll be starting at Everwood Academy next month. That's final."

"You can't just—"

"I can, and I have." Kieran turned toward the stairs. "Brielle! Time to go, sweetheart!"

Brielle came running down, still looking worried. She went straight to Kieran, who picked her up protectively.

"Say goodbye to your mother," Kieran instructed.

"Bye, Mommy," Brielle said quietly, not meeting Mira's eyes.

Mira's throat closed. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real.

"Brielle, baby—" she reached out, but Brielle turned her face into Kieran's shoulder.

"Don't want to," she mumbled. "Mommy's scary when she's mad."

The rejection was complete. Total. Her own daughter was afraid of her now, thanks to their careful manipulation.

"We'll be in touch," Astrid said, placing a hand on Kieran's arm. "Through proper channels."

They walked past Mira like she was invisible. She stood frozen as they went out the front door, got into the SUV, and drove away.

Taking her daughter. Her life. Everything.

Mira stood in the empty estate as the engine sounds faded. Then, slowly, she walked upstairs to Brielle's room.

The space was different than she remembered. New toys she hadn't bought. Clothes she hadn't picked out. Books she hadn't read. Evidence of Astrid's presence everywhere, rewriting Mira's daughter's childhood while Mira had been trying to save a marriage that was already dead.

On the nightstand sat a framed photo that made Mira's blood run cold. Kieran, Astrid, and Brielle at what looked like an amusement park. All three of them laughing, ice cream in hand, looking like a real family.

Mira didn't appear in a single photo in her daughter's room.

She picked up the frame, stared at it, then set it down carefully. She wouldn't break things. Wouldn't give them more ammunition to call her unstable.

Instead, she pulled out her phone and called the lawyer she'd consulted weeks ago.

"Morrison & Associates."

"This is Mira Ravencrest. I need to finalize my divorce papers immediately. And I need to discuss custody arrangements."

"Of course, Mrs. Ravencrest. When can you come in?"

"Tomorrow morning. First thing." Mira's voice was steady now, cold and clear. "And I need you to prepare a formal complaint about parental alienation."

"Understood. We'll have everything ready."

Mira ended the call and stood in her daughter's room for a long moment. Then she walked downstairs, locked up the estate, and got in her car.

She didn't go to the manor. Couldn't face that empty mausoleum. Instead, she drove to Windmere, to Zara's apartment, the only place that felt safe anymore.

Zara took one look at her face and pulled her inside.

"They're taking her," Mira said, and her voice finally broke. "They're taking Brielle, and she doesn't even want me anymore."

"Tell me everything."

So Mira did. She told Zara about the city apartment, about Everwood Academy, about Brielle clinging to Kieran and turning away from her own mother. About feeling like a stranger in her daughter's life.

"They've poisoned her against me," Mira finished. "And I don't know how to fight this. If I push too hard, I look unstable. If I don't push at all, I lose her completely."

"So what are you going to do?"

Mira was quiet for a long moment. Then she said, "I'm going to let her go."

"What?"

"Not forever. But for now." Mira wiped her eyes. "If I fight for custody right now, it'll be ugly. Public. Traumatic for Brielle. And they're right—I haven't been present. I can't win a custody battle when I've barely been in her life these past months."

"That's not your fault—"

"It doesn't matter whose fault it is. What matters is what's best for Brielle." Mira took a shaky breath. "So I'm going to step back. Give them their perfect little family. And I'm going to focus on rebuilding myself."

"And then?"

"And then, when Brielle is old enough to understand, when I'm strong enough to be the mother she deserves, I'll find a way back to her." Mira's eyes hardened. "But first, I need to become someone worth coming back to."

"What does that look like?"

Mira pulled out her phone and scrolled through her emails until she found the one she'd been avoiding. An offer from Director Lucian Vale of the Regional Healer's Council.

We have an opening for the Outlands Health Initiative. Six months in remote villages, providing medical care to underserved populations. No cell service, no pack politics, just healing work. I think you'd be perfect for it.

She'd dismissed it weeks ago because it would mean leaving Brielle. But now? Now Brielle didn't want her anyway.

"I'm going to the Outlands," Mira said. "Six months. No contact with Ravencrest Pack, no contact with Kieran, no reminders of everything I've lost."

"That's a hard assignment," Zara warned. "Primitive conditions, dangerous territory—"

"Good." Mira's smile was bitter. "Maybe that's exactly what I need. To remember who I was before I became Luna Ravencrest and lost myself."

She composed a response to Lucian: I accept the position. When do I start?

The reply came within minutes: Next week. Welcome aboard.

Mira showed Zara the email. "One week. I have one week to finalize the divorce papers, sign away custody, and disappear."

"Until I'm strong enough to come back and claim what is mine."