The moment I saw him in bed with another she-wolf, it felt like a thousand knives had torn through my chest. My mate. My Alpha. The one I had given my heart, my trust, my loyalty. And here he was, tangled in the arms of another, the scent of their betrayal thick in the air.

My best friend, Jane, had been the first to notice my silence. She sat across from me in the dimly lit bar, her green eyes filled with concern. "Are you sure there's no misunderstanding? I mean, Benedict loves you. He wouldn’t—"

I let out a hollow laugh, the sound foreign to my own ears. "I saw it with my own eyes, Jane. His hands on her, his scent all over her. There’s no misunderstanding here."

Silence fell between us, broken only by the sound of my glass clinking against the wooden table. I took another shot of whiskey, the burn doing nothing to numb the ache inside me.

Jane frowned and reached out, snatching the glass from my grip. "Drowning yourself in alcohol won’t fix this, Felicia. What are you going to do now?"

I leaned back against the booth, staring at the ceiling as my vision blurred. "Leave him. There’s nothing left to fight for. Every time I think about what I saw, I feel sick."

Jane’s lips parted, but she hesitated before speaking. "Felicia, you’re Luna. If you leave him, you’ll lose everything. Your title, your place in the pack..."

"He already took everything from me," I whispered. "He took my pride, my love, my trust. What’s a title compared to that?

Jane reached for my hand and squeezed it gently. "You don’t have to decide everything tonight. Let’s get you out of here first."

I shook my head. "I can’t go back to that house. Not to our bed. Not to the scent of him still lingering in the sheets."

Jane sighed before pulling out her phone. "Fine. I’ll book a hotel. You need rest."

After a few minutes, she put her phone down and turned to me. "Room’s ready. Let’s get you there."

The drive to the hotel was quiet. The storm outside had slowed, the roads slick with rain. My thoughts swirled, tangled in memories, our first run together as mates, the way he had held me under the stars, the promises he had whispered against my skin. Lies. All of it.

When we arrived, Jane pulled up in front of the entrance and turned to me. "Are you sure you don’t want me to take you up?"

I mustered a small smile. "I’ll be fine. Go home and rest."

She hesitated before nodding. "Call me if you need anything."