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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 jerked the car into the packhouse driveway, tires squealing. My wolf was on edge, his discomfort mirroring my own. I mentally silenced him with a stern warning. For three days, I'd endured Lila's constant complaints, clinginess, and reminders of her pregnancy - a fact she wielded like a weapon.


"I'll stay here," Lila announced, arms crossed over her belly in an exaggerated manner. "I need to speak with the Omega about the meeting we skipped anyway."


"Sure, do that," I replied curtly, exiting the car without a glance. As I bounded up the steps, I thought, 'At least she's acting like my Beta.'


An eerie silence enveloped the house. No soft sounds of Freya moving about, no soothing aroma of lavender and wild roses. Anxiety gripped my chest.


"Freya?" I called out, my voice echoing ominously through the corridors.


I inhaled deeply, searching for her scent. It was barely there, almost gone. My wolf growled softly in my mind, unsettled.


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