Alina's POV
"Lucian, what is she talking about?" I demanded, the words sticking in my throat. "What does she mean, fiancée?"
"Alina, I can explain—" Lucian started, his face pale.
"Lucian, who is this?" Ilya interrupted sharply, glaring at me.
Before he could speak, I stepped forward. "I am Lucian's fated mate, and the love of his life. So who the hell are you?"
Ilya's brows furrowed. She whipped her head toward Lucian. "What is she talking about? You told me you loved me!"
My eyes widened in absolute shock. I turned on Lucian, my heart shattering. "What game are you playing? Is this why you were gone for a week? Just to meet up with her?"
"No! Alina, no, I would never do that to you—"
"Lucian, you never told me you had someone else!" Ilya cut him off, her voice cracking as tears filled her eyes. "Why would you hurt me like this? You promised to marry me! You told me I'd have a good future with you, that you wouldn't let me miss my family! What are you doing?"
