The message from Alpha Vincent burned in my mind like a wildfire, “I’m coming to get you.” His words echoed over and over, a promise wrapped in salvation. The thought of walking away from Ethan, from everything I once believed in, filled me with a strange mixture of dread and relief. I had made up my mind. I’d leave Foreland Pack soon. Not now—not yet—but soon.
I thought I could steel myself for the waiting. But nothing could prepare me for what awaited me when I returned home.
The scent hit me first—sharp and intoxicatingly wrong. My own scent, crushed beneath the heavier musk of Farah. The way she slithered around Ethan’s room, like a snake in my garden. My throat tightened as I pushed the door open just enough to see.
There they were.
Farah lounging on Ethan’s bed, wrapped in the soft fabric of my clothes. My favorite dress—the one I thought was lost—was twisted around her slender frame like a mockery. She was moaning low, a sound that made bile rise in my throat. And Ethan… Ethan’s hands traced curves I once thought were mine to touch, his lips pressed roughly against hers.
I froze. For a moment, I thought maybe they hadn’t seen me. But then Farah’s eyes flicked toward the door. And that smirk… oh, that cruel, knowing smirk. She kissed him deeper, as if daring me to interfere, to fight for the scraps of a marriage he had already thrown away.
My body moved before my mind caught up. I stormed into the room, fury blazing like wildfire. Ethan’s eyes snapped wide, panic flashing across his face as he scrambled to pull his pants up.
“Ivy…” His voice was a weak apology, but I wasn’t having it. Not after everything.
I didn’t stop to listen.
I slapped him hard—hard—the sound echoing in the room. “I’m still your fucking Luna,” I hissed, every word a dagger. “And you’re a disgrace, Alpha. How dare you cheat to the one you promised forever with? How dare you?”
Farah’s eyes narrowed, a venomous gleam replacing her usual mockery. “You’re just bitter,” she sneered.
“Shut up, you damn slut,” I spat. “You are a whore, Farah. A snake! Even the Moon Goddess will be so disgusted of you!”
The room crackled with tension. Ethan’s jaw clenched so hard I thought it might break. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t talk to her like that. Apologize. Now.” His voice was cold and commanding.
I laughed, bitter and broken. “I won’t. You deserve every word.”