Chapter 50

Elara

Camilla’s eyes locked onto me with enough hatred to rip me apart. I couldn’t blame her. In her mind, she’d won—Weston had forgotten me, so he’d finally given her everything. What she didn’t get was that Weston didn’t choose me for my face; something older than memory recognized me. His soul remembered mine.

“You really think you can replace her?” Camilla spat.

I said nothing.

“And you actually believe you matter just because you’re carrying his kid?”

Still silent.

A slow, vicious smile curved her lips. “You’re nothing but another mistake.”

Something primeval stirred inside me—older than anger, sharper than fear.

“Watch it,” I said softly, every word measured.

She laughed and stepped closer. “Or what?”

My fingers clenched the edge of Sam’s blanket as her gaze flicked to my son. “A baby doesn’t make you Luna.”

Before Weston could move, I held up a hand. Now was my moment. Lavinia shimmered into being at my