"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

　　Finally, I found the time to visit Lily and Mary once more. This time, they were separated. Lily wasn't in the dungeon; instead, she was housed in another underground area nearby. Mary remained the sole occupant in the dungeon's cage at the moment.


　　Upon my arrival, Mary looked at me with a mix of sadness and fear in her eyes. "Will you set me free?" she pleaded, her hands gripping the cage bars as she attempted to break free. Despite feeling deeply troubled, I remained impassive.


　　"I'm afraid I can't do that," I responded softly, shaking my head, as tears continued to stream down her cheeks.


　　This is the first time she has ever shed tears since our encounters in this room began. It appeared as though she had become exhausted and was no longer willing to engage with me.


　　"I am so tired," she gasped, shaking her head wearily. "Autumn, I am worn out from staying here for so long... I need to roam freely around the pack-"


CHAPTER 83 Why Would You Want To Kill Me?