"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

　　The Darkwater Pack had faced its downfall, but now the tables have turned. The fear and mistrust that once surrounded me have dissipated, replaced by a newfound respect and acceptance. The pack members have come to appreciate my patience and strength, and they now look to me as a leader rather than an outcast.


　　Despite this change, I can never forget those who stood by me before my true identity was revealed. At the top of that list is Ethan.


　　We sit together in our private chamber, sipping tea. The room is dimly lit, the warm glow of candles casting flickering shadows on the walls. Ethan looks at me with a mixture of love and admiration, his gaze unwavering.


　　"My perception of you never changed," he says softly, moving closer. He leans in, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss.


　　I smile against his lips, teasing, "Well, do I need to pay for that?" My legs are draped over his, a familiar intimacy that feels like home.


CHAPTER 93 Exile