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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

The early morning light crept through the thick woods, bathing the cabin in a deceptively peaceful glow. I awakened with an unusual tranquility, the kind that follows an irrevocable choice. A week remained for me to break the connection, to gather my crushed hopes and reclaim my former life.


Kade had departed before daybreak, as was his recent habit, leaving only a faint trace of his wolf's scent in the air. His absence no longer felt like a painful void—it was a welcome reprieve. By noon, I found myself in the sleeping quarters, retrieving the rosy-hued garments Lila had "bestowed" upon me. Each piece felt like a searing reminder of who I had been before the deceptions were exposed.


As I tucked away the final gown, my cellular device vibrated on the bedside table. Lila's name appeared on the display. My inner wolf bristled.


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