Farah’s expression shifted suddenly, a calculated sadness dripping from her eyes. Then, between shaky breaths, she whispered, “She’s… so mean, Alpha. I’m pregnant with your baby.”
The world tilted on its axis.
Ethan’s face was a mixture of shock and something darker. The thought burned me alive. How many times had he done this? How many nights had he forsaken me for her? How many times did they fuck each other in my sheets?
My hands curled into fists. “You’re a homewrecker. A flirt. You disgusting bitch! You’re both disgusting!”
Farah’s composure shattered. Tears streamed down her face as she collapsed into Ethan’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
I couldn’t stand it. I reached out and slapped her, hard enough to make her stagger. “How dare you act like you’re the victim!” I growled. “You’re a home-fucking-wrecker, Farah!.”
That was the last straw for Ethan.
His hand shot out, striking my cheek with a force that left stars swirling in my vision.
Shock, pain, and humiliation roared through me. My legs trembled, and I barely caught myself from collapsing. Farah’s face loomed over me—hostile, triumphant, and utterly indifferent.
Without another word, they turned their backs and left me alone in that room—their bed, our bed—still sticky with the evidence of their betrayal.
I sank to the floor, my heart pounding in my ears. But before I could gather my scattered thoughts, heavy footsteps approached. Wolves, my own packmates, stood at the door.
“Luna, you’re to come with us,” one said grimly. “Alpha’s orders. It’s a punishment.”
I didn’t need to ask where.
The pack’s dungeon—cold, dark, and suffocating. His punishment to me.
Days stretched before me like a bleak horizon. Locked away, forgotten, discarded. My spirit felt crushed beneath the weight of humiliation. How could I think clearly? How could I even feel anything but rage and sorrow?
And yet, the worst was Farah.
She came down to the dungeon more than once. Her voice, dripping with malice, filled the stale air as she taunted me with videos of her and Ethan—her laughing, her moaning, her triumphant grin as she bore the weight of his child.
“You should be happy, Luna,” she sneered. “You’re worthless now. This baby is the future.”
Each word felt like a knife twisting deeper into my chest. But heartbreak was gone. What was left was pure, raw disgust.