"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

　　Right now, I am called by Kiev into the private room.


　　"Something is wrong. The Twilight Bowles Pack is not replying to our messages anymore. There's no sign that they read our new messages, and when they do reply, it's so cold, like it wasn't the Alpha who requested everything." He dropped the information on me, his tone filled with unease.


　　I glanced at the computer screen, noting the lack of responses, and the eerie silence in our communications.


　　"Do you think there's something wrong about this?" he asked, his voice edged with worry. "If you're still-"


　　"Yes," I cut him off, my certainty unwavering. "I feel like something, everything, is connected to the unusual activity in the pack's woods," I added, my mind racing with the implications.


　　He nods, his eyes scanning the horizon. "Do you think it's time to gather everyone and let them know?" I ask, my thoughts drifting to Autumn and her devastating words.


CHAPTER 54 Mutual Understanding