"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

　　Despite the fear and the pain echoing through my own body, I held onto the dagger tightly and fled from him, my heart pounding with every step.


　　As I finally escaped the confines of the castle, Robert's agonized cries echoed behind me. I wondered why he didn't pursue me, but I couldn't dwell on it now. My legs trembled with fatigue and adrenaline as I scanned the surroundings, half-expecting warriors to block my path. However, the path was clear as soon as l exited. Before me lay a tranquil garden, its paths winding like a labyrinth, leading towards a grand gate. I dashed towards it, pushing open the heavy doors, unsure of what awaited me beyond.


　　Tears streamed down my cheeks in torrents as I sprinted towards him, desperation lending speed to my steps. When I finally reached him, I threw myself into his arms, clutching him tightly as if he were the anchor keeping me from drifting away.


CHAPTER 91 The Bitter Truth