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Alpha Kade Stone shattered his vow on the night before our tenth mating anniversary, opting to run with his Beta, Lila, in the moonlight instead of spending time with me, his Luna. Upon his return, he presented me with an uncommon celestial necklace—made from moonstone fragments said to inspire faithfulness.
For a brief moment, I thought his gesture was sincere, a representation of our connection. However, when I spotted her the following day, wearing a more lavish pendant made of black diamonds—a symbol of dedication—I realized the truth.
I performed my duties as a Luna should. I welcomed the pack members, wore a pretend smile, and concealed the turmoil within. However, their audacity grew unchecked. They believed I couldn't hear their murmurs, their private moments in the forest, but my keen senses caught everything—their joy, their shared confidences, their disloyalty.
Kade attempted to make amends in his own way, lavishing me with apologetic gifts—silver capes, scarce herbs, and magical objects. Each present served as a reminder of his deceptions, and my once-treasured collection became a monument to dishonesty.
But I wasn't the submissive Luna they thought me to be. I had my own strategies.
On our anniversary evening, I gave him a crystal vial inscribed with powerful runes, claiming it was a charm for strength to be opened during the next full moon. He accepted it with a smirk, unaware that this gift marked the end of my allegiance to him.
The next morning, before dawn broke, I had vanished. The only trace I left was a single note attached to the bare bed. It stated:
"May the moon guide you as it will no longer guide me."

After Not Being His Luna Anymore, I Became Myself

I was taken aback by Freya's dismissal.


Once more, I reached for the correspondence. What had sparked this renewed interest?


The beast within me growled fiercely, clawing at my consciousness like a feral animal. Had Freya discovered my secret? Was she aware of my unfaithful encounter with Lila?


"What's the method?" The question tumbled out as a strained whisper, my voice constricted with emotion.


My mind drifted back to that emotional evening when she had asked me, "Can you recall the promises we made when we joined our lives?" Her voice had quivered, and her eyes glistened with tears she was holding back. Without much thought, I had responded by repeating the familiar words: "I swear that between us, there will never be disloyalty, deceit, or a shift in affection."


Despite everything, I had still let her down.


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