My phone buzzed incessantly on the bedside table. Message after message rolled in. I glanced down and saw my screen filled with photos and videos—Alpha Xavier and his mistress,Camille Hurlbutt, wrapped in each other's arms. While I was still in the operating room, fighting for my life, Alpha Xavier was throwing Camille a lavish birthday party at a five-star hotel. Her body was covered in love bites, and she didn’t even bother to hide them. In another video, she wore nothing but a barely-there nightgown, leaning against Xavier’s chest with a smug grin as if said, I’ve won. My wolf roared furiously in my mind. I forced her to calm down, but she refused. "How could our mate be such a disgrace?" she snarled, her voice echoing through my head. "He’s a serial cheater—he should be suffer!" "This might be my punishment for being too greedy," I let out a bitter laugh and murmured. The door to my hospital room creaked open, and Alpha Duncan, Xavier’s grandfather, entered with a forced optimism expression. Alpha Duncan, unaware of the full extent of his grandson’s cruelty, still held on to a sliver of hope. He placed a stack of documents in front of me—ownership papers granting me shares in the Blue Moon Pack House. "Emma," Duncan began, his tone heavy with desperation, "Xavier is not a bad man at heart. You are fated mates—you’ve loved him for so many years. Can’t you give him one more chance?" His weathered face softened as he added, "As long as I’m here, no one can take your place as the Luna of Blue Moon Pack." I didn’t respond. Instead, I pulled out my phone and played the latest video Camille had just sent me. The sounds of their intimacy immediately filled the hospital room. "Alpha Xavier, aren’t you worried about leaving Luna Emma on the street like that? She’s carrying your pup, you know," Camille cooed, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. Xavier’s lips grazed her neck as he chuckled. "Why would I? You’re the only one I love. Even if she gives birth to my pup, she could never compare to you." The ruthless betrayal drained the color from Alpha Duncan’s face. His body trembled, veins bulging as he clenched his fists. After what felt like an eternity, he exhaled a long, weary sigh. "We have wronged you," he admitted, his voice thick with regret. "I will arrange for the Werewolf Council to handle your divorce immediately. In seven days, you’ll be free." His tone softened as he continued, "As for your mother and the pup’s burial arrangements…" The door opened again, and a nurse entered, cradling a small, lifeless bundle in her arms. My heart clenched painfully at the sight. My pup. My tiny, precious baby who had never even taken a breath. I turned my head away, forcing myself to breathe evenly as tears burned behind my eyes. "Bury the child in the Blue Moon Pack’s Alpha cemetery," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "As for my mother’s ashes… I’ll take them with me."
Alpha Duncan nodded, his face weighed down by regret. "I was wrong to tie you so closely to the Blue Moon Pack. Go, Emma. See the world beyond our borders. You deserve more than this." With that, he bent down, cradling the lifeless pup in his arms as if it were made of fragile glass, and left the room. The moment the door clicked shut, the dam inside me broke. Hot, relentless tears streamed down my face, and years of resentment, regret, and heartbreak tumbled out like an avalanche. Alpha Xavier’s marriage to me had been arranged by his grandfather.He needed someone strong enough to rein in his unruly grandson. I needed someone with deep enough pockets to cover my mother’s medical bills. It seemed like a fair exchange at the time. I still remember the first time I stepped into Alpha Duncan’s estate. The scent hit me like a freight train—rich chocolate and cool mint, wrapping around me in a way that made my knees weak. The moment I laid eyes on Alpha Xavier, My wolf had practically howled in my head. "Mate! It’s him!" I quit my job that same week, packed my bags, and walked straight into the role of Luna Emma Greenwood. At first, I thought I’d never get a chance to love my fated mate. But the Moon Goddess blessed me. Over time, I learned more about the Xavier… he was so much more than the cold, distant Alpha people whispered about. Behind his icy exterior was a man broken by his past. His parents had been killed in a rogue attack on his fifth birthday. He’d been just a pup, helpless as he watched the massacre unfold. That scene became the nightmare that haunted his nights, the reason he would wake up screaming, calling for his mother and father. As we spent time together, our two broken souls seemed to resonate with each other. I fell in love with him. I wanted to heal his heart. I wanted to build a happy family with him. So, I poured myself into becoming the perfect Luna. I learned recipes to recreate his mother’s cooking, the warmest memory of his childhood. I dug through family photos to rebuild the little cabin he loved as a pup. I even mastered every trick in bed I could find, hoping that maybe—just maybe—he’d stay in my bed. For a while, I believed we could have a happy future. Then came the first betrayal. Our first wedding anniversary. I’d spent the whole day preparing—candlelit dinner, his favorite roast, everything meticulously planned down to the last detail. He didn’t even bother coming home. Instead, I found him at a five-star hotel. With my best friend. Like a lunatic, I stormed into the hotel, pounding on their door until he finally opened it. I was shaking, crying, screaming for answers. He didn’t flinch. Instead, he shoved the contract I’d signed with Alpha Duncan in my face. "Emma Greenwood," he sneered, "don’t act so pitiful. You’re nothing but a gold-digging mutt. Did you honestly think that being my Luna meant you could control me?" His words were acid, each one burning as it hit. "You’re just a dog my grandfather bought. What right do you have to question me? Cause a scene, and I’ll pull your mother’s treatment funding in a heartbeat." I stood there, stunned, the weight of his betrayal suffocating me. And that was just the beginning. Over time, Xavier grew more brazen. When he tired of my friends, he turned his attention to the female staff at the packhouse. I was trapped—caught between my mother’s medical bills and a mate who was determined to grind my soul into dust. One day, lost in thought, I missed a step on the stairs and tumbled down. That’s when I discovered I was pregnant. Alpha Duncan was the first to know. He almost begging. "Emma, please. Keep the pup. Maybe this baby will change Xavier’s heart. If he doesn’t… I swear, I won’t make you stay any longer." Even Overwhelmed by everything,But I was still greedy enough to crave my fated mate’s love. I agreed. I gave it everything I had. I fought harder than I ever thought possible. For my pup. For my marriage. For a sliver of hope. But in the end, I lost it all—my mother, my child, my marriage, and any shred of dignity I’d tried to hold onto.
I wiped away my tears and gazed at the gray sky outside the window. Perhaps the only solace was that Alpha Xavier and I were finally free. Perhaps our mate bond was a mistake from the very beginning—just a cruel joke played by the Moon Goddess. Just as I was lost in thought, my phone rang. It was him-Alpha Xavier. “Emma,” his voice spat venom. “Did you go crying to Grandpa again? You ruined my night with Camille! I’m warning you—if you pull this stunt again, I’ll freeze your credit cards!” I used to crumble at his threats, begging and apologizing, desperately trying to smooth over the cracks in our broken bond. But today? Today, I didn’t have the energy. “Do whatever you want.”I merely responded with an indifferent tone. There was a brief silence on the other end—clearly, he hadn’t expected that. But he recovered quickly, his sneer practically oozing through the phone. “I heard you gave birth at the hospital. Having a pup really gave you confidence, huh? But don’t forget—I’m the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. As long as you’re part of this pack, I can make your life a living hell.” I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. He didn’t need to remind me. I already knew exactly how far he was willing to go. The first time I caught him in bed with another woman, I naively sought justice from his grandfather. All I received in return was his twisted revenge. That same night, Xavier dragged me out onto the freezing balcony and forced me to kneel. My mother’s medical bills were dangled over my head as he ordered me to slap myself repeatedly. The memory burned as vividly as if it had happened yesterday. My wolf, whimpered at the recollection. She had wanted to lunge at him, but I’d held her back. We couldn’t afford to lose control. That night, as I shivered in agony from my mate’s betrayal, their moans echoed through the house. I trembled until I passed out. By morning, my face was swollen, my body frostbitten. I was taken to the hospital. From that day on, whatever love I had left for him disappeared into the snow. After that, no matter how cruel he became, I pretended not to see it. I endured every humiliation, every insult. I forced myself to play the role of the perfect Luna of the Blue Moon Pack. But now, my mother was gone. So was my pup. And this marriage? It wasn’t just dead—it was buried six feet under and rotting. I hung up the phone without another word. Then, I stood up and contacted a friend at the funeral home to arrange the cremation. When I returned to my hospital room, Alpha Xavier was standing at the door. “Emma,” he drawled, his arms crossed and a smirk plastered on his face. “No more playing the victim?” I stepped past him without a word, but he wasn’t done. “Running around so soon after giving birth?” He leaned against the doorframe, his tone mocking. “You must be in great health. Guess you don’t need any time to rest or recover.” He stepped closer, his voice dripping with malice. “I’ve decided to move Camille into the villa. She’s young, delicate, and doesn’t know how to do chores. You’ll resign from your duties as Luna of the packhouse and come home to be our maid instead.” Leaning in, he flashed a cruel smile. “Seeing you in pain is the greatest aphrodisiac.” He stared at me, expecting to see anguish, devastation. But there was nothing. I met his gaze with an expression so blank it could have been carved from stone. When he realized there was nothing left of me to break, the amusement vanished from his face. He turned to the nurse. “The pup—where is it? Boy or girl? Bring it here. I want to see my child.”
I sighed and my arms leaned against the hospital bed for support. "Grandfather took the child away." Alpha Xavier looked like he wanted to say something, but his phone rang. The moment he picked up, his face twisted in rage. "WHAT?!" He bellowed, the volume loud enough to rattle the water glass on my nightstand. Without warning, he spun toward me, his eyes blazing with fury. "What did you do to Camille?" he roared. "If anything happens to her, I swear you'll regret it!" The slap came out of nowhere, the force sending me reeling into the cold metal of the bed’s railing. Pain shot through my body, already fragile from giving birth, and the impact left me gasping. The nurse rushed forward, her hands trembling as she helped steady me. "Alpha Xavier! She just gave birth! Do you want to kill her?" But Xavier didn't care. His focus was solely on Camille’s voice still squawking through the phone. With one last withering look in my direction, he stormed out, leaving me to crumple back onto the bed. The nurse stayed by my side, her warm hands clasping mine. Her eyes glistened with sympathy, but I couldn’t muster a single tear. The emptiness in my chest stretched so wide, I wondered if it had swallowed my soul. Eight years of this. Eight years of love twisted into something unrecognizable. After an examination, the doctor ordered me to rest. It was then that I finally understood why Xavier had lost his temper. The child had died. Grandfather, devastated, used his influence to exile Camille from Blue Moon Pack in a fit of vengeful grief. Desperate, she had assumed I was behind it. Sobbing, she ran to Xavier, exaggerating and fanning the flames of his fury—leading to the slap. But it didn’t end there. Xavier stripped me of my Luna title during the next pack meeting, proclaiming Camille as the new “acting Luna.” As if that wasn’t enough, he launched a twelve-day public love campaign to "To honor their love." Alpha Xavier plastered across every screen in the pack lands, grinning like a lovesick fool while presenting Camille with jewelry, flowers, and cringe-worthy poems. During an interview, Camille smiled sweetly, flaunting her new diamond ring. "I don't consider myself a mistress. If a woman can't hold onto her husband’s heart, she has no one to blame but herself." She stroked the ring with her fingers, her voice laced with mockery. "Besides, Luna Emma married for money. But me? I love Alpha Xavier with all my heart." The internet exploded. Her fans showered her with praise, while others condemned her shamelessness. Some even flooded my account with insults, demanding that I step aside for her. I stared at my phone, but what I felt wasn’t anger—it was… irony. After all these years, Xavier’s tactics for wooing women hadn’t changed a bit. Thinking back, he had done the same for me. When he learned that I had grown up poor and had never celebrated a birthday, For my twentieth birthday, he showered me with twenty extravagant gifts—everything from a gold necklace to a villa overlooking the Blue Moon Pack. "Emma," he had said, holding my hand beneath the starry sky, "I lost my parents when I was young. But from now on, I'll treat your mother as my own. Together, we'll build the happiest family." I had melted in the warmth of his gaze. I had foolishly believed I had finally found the one I could spend my life with. After all, we were fated mates. Our bond was supposed to be unbreakable. But love has an expiration date. The moment the novelty wore off, he turned to someone else. I still remember the night he abandoned me in the mountains during what was supposed to be our date. He claimed "urgent pack business" and left me to hike back alone. Hours later, I discovered he’d gone to deliver flowers to his latest mistress. That night, I shifted into my wolf form, thinking it would ease the trek. Instead, I tore my paws on jagged rocks until they bled, limping home in the dark. The scars on my legs serve as a permanent reminder of how low I stooped for his affection. Looking back, I should have known. A selfish, sentimental man like him was never meant to love just one woman. Our marriage had never been anything more than an excuse for his infidelity.
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