"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

　　"You don't need to answer that," I said as I walked away from her.


　　I've already fixed my schedule with the Twilight Bowles Pack and declined all invitations from other packs. Maybe next time I will, but it's just that Autumn wouldn't go. I know it looks crazy that I'm only going if she will.


　　Right now, I'm in my quarters, sitting in my chair, and facing a lot of papers. There's a report from my scout about unusual activities in the woods, and I just don't get it.


　　Suddenly, someone enters the room.


　　"When are you going back to your pack?" I questioned.


　　"Well, once you let our packs be connected," he responded.


　　"You only want that because we're getting our names," I whispered, not interested in staring at him.


CHAPTER 49 Beautiful. Hot. Strong.