"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

　　"Yesterday, you promised," His mention of our missed drink appointment from yesterday caught me off guard. I attempted to respond, but words failed me. Mason chuckled softly, reading my silence effortlessly. "No need to explain," he reassured me with a knowing grin. "I know you've been busy," he concluded, his understanding drawing a genuine smile from me.


　　"Thanks for understanding," I replied sincerely, appreciating his empathy in a world where trust was a scarce commodity.


　　Mason leaned in slightly. "So, what's occupying your time these days?"


　　I hesitated briefly, then crafted a response laced with half-truths. "I've been overseeing the training of our younger members, exploring new combat techniques," I stated confidently, masking my true intentions. Mason nodded approvingly.


　　Mason smiles. "Yes, I guess we could have a small talk later. Maybe around the pack?" he suggested, his tone inviting and hopeful.


CHAPTER 73 I Was Born To Handle This