"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 don't know exactly where we are right now, but we're in a secluded room with everything bathed in shades of brown. The walls are adorned with portraits of historical figures, none of whom I recognize.


　　"Master, who are they?" I asked innocently, pretending not to notice his deception towards me.


　　He smiled at me, though his expression seemed strained. "They're your lineage," he began, his voice faltering slightly as he gestured towards the wall.


　　Among the portraits, one stood out- a woman from another era, her face marked by a mole beneath her eye. She bore a striking resemblance to me. I wondered if she could be my great-great-grandmother, or perhaps even further back in my ancestry.


　　"I suggest you try not to let these distractions get to you, Autumn. You'll learn more about them in due time," he advised, and I nodded awkwardly, suppressing the rage bubbling within me.


CHAPTER 87 Do Not Kiss That Man Who Is Not Your True Mate