For nine years, I served as the loyal Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, believing devotion could turn my marriage to Alpha Harrison into a home.
On our anniversary, he brought back his pregnant mistress Sofia, stripped me of my title, and ordered me out. When the ancestral bracelet rejected her, he had my blood forcibly drained to save her—even after the doctor warned my damaged heart might fail.
Then Sofia set my apartment ablaze with silver oil. Harrison ran into the flames, looked straight at me, and chose her again. That was the night I stopped waiting to be chosen.
I escaped to the Northern Territory, where Dominic gave me safety, dignity, and a future. Only after I was gone did Harrison discover that Sofia had caused the miscarriage he never knew about—and that the child she carried was never his.
He came after me with apologies, compensation, and promises to change. But regret was not redemption. I broke our bond, chose the man who chose me, and left Harrison to rebuild the pack he had nearly destroyed. I did not vanish beneath the blood moon. I awoke at its edge and walked into a life that finally belonged to me.
