We both turned to see Farah, her wide eyes fixed on the shattered remains of our wedding photo. A huge wedding photo… of me and Alpha Ethan.
“Oh no,” she gasped, feigning innocence as she knelt beside the shards. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to knock it over.”
Ethan rushed to her side, his face etched with worry. “Are you hurt?”
Farah shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “Just startled.”
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest like she was the most precious thing in the world. “Nothing is more important than you and your safety.”
I stood there, frozen in place. The jagged glass between us mirrored the chasm in our relationship—once whole, now irreparably shattered.
“It’s fine,” I muttered, kneeling to pick up the pieces. One of them sliced my finger, and blood welled up instantly. I ignored it.
Then, after shattering the wedding frame like nothing, I saw how Farah lifted her head, her eyes gleaming with mock concern. “Alpha… I don’t feel safe alone right now… my staff is off-duty. Could I stay here for a while?”
“Of course,” Ethan replied without hesitation. “Take the Luna quarters. It’s the most comfortable.”
He didn’t even glance at me. He didn’t care whether I agree or not.
I left the room silently and moved into the guest room. The air was stale. The furniture cold. The mattress stiff. This room had never been meant for a Luna.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My face looked hollow. The circles under my eyes, the pale tint to my cheeks—it was as if being with Ethan had drained the life from me.
Tears fell freely now. Not just from heartbreak. But from the years I’d lost. From the woman I had let myself become. I had given up my strength, my fire, for a wolf who only saw me as a convenience.
But no more.
That night, I opened a blank page in my old journal and began to write—not about Ethan, not about the betrayal—but about myself. My thoughts, my pain, and the things I would never again sacrifice for someone else’s approval.
I wasn’t a mere second option.
Ivy’s POV
For two years, I’ve worn the Luna title like an ill-fitting cloak—heavy, burdensome, never truly mine. And even after all this time, Alpha Ethan and I don’t share a bed.