"W...Why..." I shook my head in disbelief, "You're my best friend!" I cried out, overcome with a sense of betrayal as tears continued to stream down my face.
Maya bit her lower lip, her words halted as I moved to slap her for trying to gaslight me, but Andrew firmly grasped my hand.
"Autumn, don't," he commanded, "If you want to hurt someone, hurt me. Don't hurt her," he pleaded, his voice laced with concern, breaking my heart even further.
"And you have the nerve to say that..."
"She's pregnant, and she needs to be looked after!" he exclaimed. "I don't care what anyone else thinks right now," he added, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"Please, don't. If you love me, then let us," he whispered. "I'm tired of you being unable to give me a child. That's all I've ever wanted, and you've never made me happy."
I couldn't believe everything he said to me. I thought he loved me. I thought Maya was my best friend, and it seemed like no one was on my side.
What would you do if your best friend was pregnant with your husband's baby? What would you do if your most loyal maid betrayed you?
After a series of betrayals, Luna Autumn was not only accused of a crime but also banished from the Pack, becoming a Rogue.
Heartbroken, Autumn encountered Ethan, the Alpha of the Crimson Pack, notorious for his playboy lifestyle and disregard for the concept of mates. Ethan is intrigued by Autumn; unlike the other women he has been with, she stirs unfamiliar feelings in him and remains beyond his grasp, making her seem exceptional.
As Ethan's fascination with Autumn grows, what will happen between them?

His Betrayed Luna

　　"What's the point of taking her?" he pressed, his tone urgent. "You know she might ruin our chances of making a name for ourselves in this-"


　　"It's not that serious," I interrupted, dismissing his concerns.


　　"Never mind," Jared sighed in frustration. "Just remember that the Darkwater Pack is the main host of the Pack Game," he reminded me pointedly. I hadn't paid much attention to that detail, preferring to keep my distance from other Alphas.


　　Perhaps it was a deliberate choice; I had no interest in forging friendships with them.


　　"Okay," I replied calmly, taking in his words.


　　The opening ceremony commenced with the time-honored rituals of our werewolf tradition, each Alpha leader given the esteemed opportunity to signal the commencement of the Pack Game- a symbolic gesture of unity and reverence for our shared heritage.


CHAPTER 18 The Main Host Of The Pack Game