For three years, I served as Luna beside Mateo Navarro, the feared Alpha known as the Reaper, handling his pack affairs and tending every silver wound while knowing his heart still belonged to Chloe.
When Chloe returned, Mateo's attention went straight back to her. While he was distracted by her call, I slipped our bond-rejection agreement into a stack of pack documents, and he signed it without even looking.
On my birthday, he left me alone to comfort Chloe on a yacht, then returned with a cheap cake and told me not to be jealous. When she called again, he abandoned me without hesitation.
I erased my accounts, prepared a new identity, and quietly removed every trace of myself from his world. I no longer wanted the Luna title, his protection, or a place beside a man who treated me like a replacement.
At the pack's alliance banquet, a five-year-old wish exposed my old confession: I loved Mateo even if he would never love me. He heard every word—but the moment Chloe called for help, he still chose her. I burned the wish and whispered goodbye.
