"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

　　The Pack Games have concluded, yet I find myself grappling with a profound sense of unease in the aftermath of the attack. It seems that fear has become my constant companion.


　　Upon our return to The Crimson Pack, I noticed a palpable shift in the atmosphere, as if the bonds between us had grown stronger. I take solace in the fact that I have managed to earn their trust, including that of Ethan, albeit gradually.


　　However, despite these small victories, there lingers a nagging sense of disquiet within me.


　　I found myself in the pack's expansive kitchen, seeking solace from the celebrations outside. Despite the jovial atmosphere, I couldn't shake off the persistent feeling of fear that had been haunting me.


　　"Still sad," I flinched at Ethan's sudden appearance, his figure leaning casually against the doorframe.


CHAPTER 22 Where's Your Girl?