"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

　　"It's indeed gonna save me," I growl, my voice barely human, layered with the feral snarl of the wolf. I can see the flicker of doubt in his eyes, the realization that he's underestimated the power he's provoked.


　　He lunges at me, desperation driving his movements. But I'm faster, my reflexes honed by the instincts of the predator within. I sidestep his attack effortlessly, my claws slashing out and leaving deep gashes across his arm.


　　He cries out in pain, stumbling back, his bravado crumbling. Blood scents the air, intoxicating and sharp, heightening the wolf's bloodlust.


　　"You're just a monster and I hope for your pack to failed," he spits, he's seemed having a hard time to shift. clutching his bleeding arm, but there's no conviction in his words, only fear.


　　"Maybe," I reply, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "But I'm a monster with a purpose and I won't let you fool me anymore."


CHAPTER 92 Now, You're Dead