"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

　　I made my way to the Whispering Groove seeking for an alone time. Yet, as I entered the serene sanctuary, my eyes fell upon Mary, tears streaming down her cheeks as she sat alone on a weathered bench.


　　Reacting instinctively, I rushed to her side, the concern evident in my voice as I uttered her name, "Mary..." Drawing closer, I settled beside her, gently placing my hands on her trembling shoulders.


　　"What's troubling you?" I inquired softly as she leaned into my shoulder.


　　As I gently brushed her hair, I whispered, "It's okay to let it out, you know. I'm here for you." My words were meant to offer solace, to reassure her that she wasn't alone in her distress.


　　Slowly, she lifted her head, her tear-streaked face meeting mine. It was hard not to feel a pang of sorrow deep within me at the sight of her tears, each one a testament to her pain.


CHAPTER 40 I Won't Regret