"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

　　My mind raced with doubts and questions, and at this moment, I knew for sure what I wanted to do.


　　As I checked the time and realized it was exactly 5 o'clock, a surge of uncertainty washed over me. Was I being too hasty in believing Lily's letter? There could very well be a trap waiting for me in the depths of the forest, orchestrated by the Darkwater Pack to bring about my downfall.


　　Despite the nagging doubts, I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to uncover the truth, to confront risk. I rose from my bed and grabbed my jacket.


　　"Don't tell me you're really going?" Edith's voice echoed inside me.


　　"Yes," I responded, my voice steady despite being nervous. "I know how to protect myself." With those words, I met my own gaze in the mirror. 


　　"You need at least someone to accompany you," Edith persisted, her concern evident in her voice.


CHAPTER 44 To Take The Risk