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*I’m sorry for your loss, Luna,” the healer’s voice broke through the fog in my mind.
I could not make sense of the words at first. But as the truth sank in, the weight of it crushed me.
I was four weeks pregnant, and at that moment, I had lost the baby. All because of the rogue attack that came just
before dawn.
Yet, even as I bled helplessly on the ground, my husband, Jeremy–the Alpha of the Nightshade Pack–was nowhere to be found. He was too busy saving Alexa, his childhood friend, the one who always seemed to be at his
side.
When they found me later, broken and barely breathing, Jeremy had the nerve to cover Alexa’s eyes, shielding her from the sight of me
“Don’t look, Alexa,” he said, his voice soft and protective. “It is too terrible. You will have nightmares if you remember it”
Nightmares? It was as though he had forgotten I was the one living the nightmare, losing our baby, my blood staining the ground, and my heart breaking all at once.
His concern was not for me, his own wife, but for her.
As I laid there, I realized that the marriage I had cherished was nothing more than a cruel illusion. His loyalty had always belonged to someone else.
After the healer patched me up and I stumbled out of the clinic, my decision became crystal clear. I had to leave, leave him, leave the pack, leave everything behind that had been slowly poisoning my spirit.
I directly dialed a number I had tucked away in the back of my mind for moments just like that. It rang once, twice, before I heard the familiar voice.
“Hello, Alpha Deryl.” My voice was steady, even though everything inside me was trembling. “I have thought about your offer, and I have decided to transfer back to the Blazemane Pack.”
There was a brief pause before I heard the smile in his voice. “That’s wonderful news, Everly.”
The relief that washed over me was bittersweet, but it was the only choice I had left.
But later, as I arrived at the Blazemane territory, Jeremy caught up with me at the border, his face twisted in desperation.
“Everly, please,” he begged, his voice filled with a rare vulnerability. “Come back to the Nightshade Pack. We can fix this. I can fix this.”
I looked at him, the man I once loved more than anything, and I knew if there was no going back.
“No way,” I yelled, the fire of my pain rising in my chest. “You made your choice, Jeremy. And now, I am making mine.”
Yesterday’s attack brought utter chaos to the Nightshade Pack. The damage was so extensive that none of us found peace afterward, least of all me.
As Luna, I was expected to be resilient, but how could I when I had just learned I was pregnant for four weeks, only to lose that fragile life in the same moment?
cry.
The pain was numbing, the blood loss and broken bones draining me of any tears. I was too exhausted to even
I laid alone on our bed, staring at the ceiling, murmuring to myself, “That’s too much.”
My body ached, my soul even more. And yet, my husband, Jeremy, the Alpha of the Nightshade Pack, was
nowhere to be found. He was out dealing with the Pack’s recovery, as he should be.
He was the Alpha after all, and his duties were immense. But part of me screamed in anguish.
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Leaving My Cheating Alpha
Could not he spare a moment for me? For Luna who was fighting not just for her own life, but for the life we had created together?
What was more, when I had been lying helpless on the ground near our home after the attack, Jeremy did not rush to my side. He had rushed to save Alexa, his childhood friend instead.
Then, when they finally found me, Jeremy did not comfort me or stay by my side. He just told the rescuers to take me to the clinic while he shielded Alexa from the sight of my bloodied body.
I stayed at the clinic alone. Not once did Jeremy visit me, not even to hold my hand as the healer delivered the devastating news that I had lost our child.
I was alone in that grief, surrounded by injured pack members who were battling their own wounds.
The clinic was crowded, and I felt like just another number in the chaos. So, I left and came back home alone. But home was not any better. The emptiness of our house mirrored the emptiness in my heart. There was no trace of Jeremy, not even a note.
I curled up in bed, aching for the one thing I needed most, him. But what I got instead was silence. Exhausted from the weight of it all, I fell into a restless sleep.
When I woke the next morning, the bedroom door was ajar, and for a moment, I thought I was dreaming.
But then Jeremy walked in, towel wrapped around his waist, tapping away on his phone like I did not exist. “Jeremy, when did you come home?” I asked, leaning on the headboard, still feeling the lingering fatigue in my bones.
“Just now,” he muttered without looking up, heading straight for the closet to change.
I swallowed the frustration building inside me. “Are you going back to the office?”
He did not even bother to look at me, his attention consumed by his phone.
“After this attack, I’m really busy, Everly,” he said, his tone sharp. “Unlike you, who can sleep through it. Maybe instead of grumbling, you could make breakfast.”
I clenched my jaw, biting back the retort that danced on my tongue.
He had been like that lately, distant, short–tempered, always somewhere else, even when he was right in front of me. So, I turned without a word and went to the kitchen.
Even as I cooked, my mind wandered to Alexa. Was she with him all night? Had he slept at her place?
But I tried to shove those thoughts aside, forcing myself to think positively. Surely, it was just the weight of the attack that had Jeremy so distant. Surely
After breakfast was ready, Jeremy finally joined me at the table. I stayed silent, not wanting to provoke another curt response. But then he spoke first, as if nothing had happened.
“We have investigated the rogue attack,” he said between bites. “There were attacks in other packs, too. So, I will be late again today. Just bring lunch to my office like usual.”
“Okay,” I replied, my voice low, keeping the storm inside me at bay.
He sighed, almost as if my compliance was a relief to him. “By the way, how are your wounds? The healer said they will heal soon.
“Yes,” I said quietly. “They are healing.”
But as I was about to mention the miscarriage, to finally say the words aloud, the doorbell rang, cutting me off. Jeremy was out of his chair in seconds, rushing to answer it.
A few minutes later, he came back, holding a large bouquet of flowers in his hands. For a split second, hope flickered in my chest.
Maybe those were for me, a peace offering, a sign that he cared.
“Wow, flowers?” I asked, my voice bright with surprise. “But you know I am allergic to pollen.”
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Leaning My Cheating Alpha
His response was a low murmur. “They are not for you, Everly”
The breath I had been holding escaped in a shaky exhale. “Then who are they for?”
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“You are starting to nag again,” he said, rolling his eyes. “These are for Adrian. He was injured in the attack. I am visiting him later.”
“Oh.”
Adrian was Alexa’s mate as well as Jeremy’s Beta and closest friend.
Of course, the flowers were not for me since I was allergic.
But suddenly, I felt like I was not really part of their world, even if I had married Jeremy for three years.
For their tight–knit circle of childhood memories and shared history, I was the outsider, the one who could never get close enough.
As Jeremy continued to eat, I watched him from across the table, my heart growing colder with each passing second. He did not know the depth of my pain, and I was not sure he ever would.
At that moment, as Jeremy casually took the bouquet and left, something inside me snapped.
I knew those flowers were not actually for Adrian. They were for Alexa, to comfort her while she took care of her
mate.
Deep down, I had always known how Jeremy felt about her.
For him, Alexa was not just a friend, she was the girl who had known him since he was three months old, someone whose presence had shaped his entire life.
And while I was the woman he had chosen to marry, Alexa had always come first, in ways that hurt more than I
could ever admit.
There had been countless days when I felt a deep, burning jealousy. Alexa had Adrian, her true mate, who doted
on her endlessly. And she had Jeremy, my husband, who seemed to care for her in ways he never did for me.
Every time I tried to talk about it, Jeremy would dismiss my feelings with the same tired argument.
*You are always jealous of others, Everly. I don’t treat you any differently. Whenever I buy a necklace for Alexa, I
buy one for you too. A bag, the same. Everything is always equal.”
But he did not see the real problem. It was not about the gifts; it was about the fact that Alexa and I were always compared, always tied together in his mind.
The more he tried to ‘equalize‘ us, the more it drove me away from her. I hated that every time I looked at my things, I was reminded of her, of how much space she occupied in his life, in our life.
Still, I tried not to cause any trouble with her, especially after the rogue attack. The pack was in chaos, and the last thing anyone needed was Luna stirring up personal drama.
So, I simply replied, “I will take time to visit Adrian, then.”
But Jeremy shut that down instantly. “No need. I will represent you,” he said dismissively, grabbing the bouquet and walking out the door without so much as a second glance.
I stayed silent, biting down the rising frustration, and busied myself with household chores.
As I gathered his clothes from the closet, my hand froze. There, on his shirt from last night, was a faint red lipstick stain
A sharp pain shot through my chest, and before I could stop myself, I whispered, “Is it Alexa’s?”
Tears blurred my vision as my mind raced.
Could Jeremy have spent the night with her? While I had been alone, drowning in my grief, had he been comforting Alexa instead?
The jealousy I had tried so hard to suppress bubbled to the surface.
Could he have lied about investigating the rogue attack, when in reality, he had been by her side at the clinic?
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Lering My Cheating Aloha
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All these suspicions that I had buried deep for so long now surged back with full force, cutting through me like a
blade.
I stood abruptly, my chest heaving with the weight of it all. The lipstick, the flowers, his coldness, it all pointed to one thing.
I had always been the third person in their relationship. Always.
I grabbed my phone, my hands shaking. Every fight between Jeremy and me had been about Alexa, and every time, he had found a way to make me feel guilty, to make me apologize
But not that time. I was not going to let him twist things around anymore. I would stop being the shadow in my
own marriage.
Without hesitation, I dialed the number that had called me some time ago. The call I had ignored, thinking that I could still make things work with Jeremy.
“Hello, Alpha Deryl,” I said, my voice steady even though everything inside me was trembling. “I have thought about your offer, and I have decided to transfer back to the Blazemane Pack.”
