I stared at the video on my screen, a bitter smile twisting my lips as I felt nothing inside. Completely numb.

I closed my eyes and counted silently. This was the 100th time. I couldn't even remember when I had started becoming this emotionally dead to his betrayals.

But I knew that after the 105th time, I would leave Ethan Stone forever.

Ethan and I had been together for eight years.

Eight years ago, he saved me from a rogue wolf attack. My wolf recognized him as my true mate the first moment she saw him.

During these eight years, he had proposed 105 times. The last time was three months ago, right when I discovered I was pregnant.

So, I would tolerate 105 betrayals from him, because each one was him erasing the traces of our love with his own hands.

The pack healer helped me manage the silver poison and sent me home with strict instructions to rest. I barely made it to our bedroom before collapsing onto the bed, too exhausted to even change clothes.

At three in the morning, the bedroom door creaked open.

Ethan's familiar scent filled the room as he slipped in, carrying something in his hands.

"Emma? Are you awake?" he whispered.

I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to face him.

"I know you're awake," he said softly. "Your heartbeat changes when you pretend to sleep."

I reluctantly opened my eyes. "What do you want, Ethan?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, placing a small wooden box beside me. When he opened it, the scent of rare wolfsbane and moon herbs wafted through the air.

"Special medicine from Elder Whitewood," he explained, his face creased with what looked like genuine concern. "You mind-linked me earlier saying you weren't feeling well, so I went to get this for you."

He started mixing the herbs, creating a poultice.

I watched him work, confusion tearing me apart. If he didn't love me, why would he remember such intimate details? Why would he seek out rare medicine in the middle of the night? But if he did love me, why did he always choose Scarlett?

"This will help with the pain," he said, gently applying the mixture to my chest. His touch was tender, careful not to press too hard. "And it'll protect our pup."

The minty scent of the herbs mingled with something else—jasmine perfume. Scarlett's signature scent clung to his clothes and skin.

As he worked, he whispered against my ear, "Trust me, Emma. I'll give you the most perfect, grand ceremony a mate could ask for."

His hand gently stroked my back, lingering at my waist, trying to pull me closer to him.

Normally, I would enjoy his touch. But feeling his breath on my neck, inhaling Scarlett's perfume on his skin, I felt sick. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and subtly avoided his attempt to kiss me.

"Ethan, the healer said we can't be intimate right now. It could harm the baby."

He stiffened. In the darkness, I could feel his silence. Finally, he placed a soft kiss on my forehead. "Rest well."

The next morning, I woke to find Ethan gone. My phone buzzed with new notifications—more photos. This time of Ethan in the shower.

Despite the steam obscuring parts of the image, his perfect physique was clearly visible. Especially the long scar across his taut abs—the wound he received saving me from that rogue wolf eight years ago.

I remember him covered in blood, still holding my hand, whispering, "Emma, I will never let anything hurt you."

I wiped away a tear. Never let anything hurt me? Then what was all this?

I called Ethan—today was my prenatal appointment, and he needed to be there as the father. I prepared myself for no answer, but was shocked when Scarlett picked up instead.

"Emma, oh, I mean my future sister-in-law," her voice dripped with fake sweetness. "My brother is still sleeping. He exhausted himself making me happy last night."

After hanging up, I looked at the healer, my decision made.

"Doctor," I said firmly, "I don't want this baby anymore."

And not just the baby. Ethan Stone—I didn't want him either.

After leaving the hospital, I took a taxi straight to my parents' house.

My father, Richard Thompson, was the Beta of the Silver Creek pack. To ensure Ethan would give our family more pack resources, he always instructed me to be obedient to Ethan, to never make my Alpha displeased.

Mom's brow furrowed when she saw my haggard appearance.

"Where's Ethan? Didn't he go with you for the prenatal check-up?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

I shook my head. "Mom, this baby... I don't want it anymore."

Mom pulled me to the couch, sitting beside me. "Is it because of his stepsister?"

I shook my head again, unable to speak through the lump in my throat.

"That Ethan," she sighed. "He's marked you for so long yet still hasn't publicly acknowledged you as his mate. I'm calling him right now to find out what's going on."

I grabbed her hand before she could dial. Looking into her eyes, I said firmly, "Mom, I'm not going to marry Ethan."

Dad, who had been silently listening from his armchair, suddenly stood up, pointing at my stomach.

"Have you lost your mind?" he shouted, his face reddening. "You're carrying Ethan Stone's pup, and you're saying you won't marry him? If word gets out, our family will be disgraced!"

He began pacing, gesturing wildly with his hands.

"Besides, Ethan promised our family additional pack resources! Your brother needs those resources for his training. If you don't marry Ethan, how will you repay those resources?"

His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Do you know how many she-wolves would kill to be in your position? To be the Alpha's mate? And you want to throw it away because he has a female on the side? That's just how Alphas are!"

I gave a bitter smile, watching my father rant. I suddenly felt exhausted. This was my family.

They had only agreed to my match with Ethan when he inherited the Alpha position. When he was just an unloved bastard son of the previous Alpha, they hadn't even spared him a glance.

I didn't understand. They were my parents—they should love me more than anyone. Why was I just a bargaining chip for benefits in their eyes?

"You need to secure your position as Luna," Dad continued, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "So what if he has his stepsister? Let him have his fun. As long as you're his official mate, you control the pack resources. That's what matters."

He grabbed my shoulders roughly. "Your obligation is to this family first. Remember that."

Without waiting for my response, Dad pulled out his phone and dialed.

"Alpha? Yes, Emma is at our house. You should come pick her up immediately. She's pregnant, you know, and pregnant women have unstable emotions. I've already disciplined her—she won't give you any more trouble."

After hanging up, Dad yanked me back to the couch.

"Wait here. Ethan will come for you soon."

His hands gripped my arms tightly, afraid I might run. I could feel the bruises forming under his fingers.

"Let go of me," I hissed, trying to pull away.

"You ungrateful child," he growled. "After everything we've done for you. Your mother and I arranged this match to elevate our family's standing in the pack. Do you know how hard I've worked to become Beta? And now you want to throw it all away because your Alpha has a side piece?"

Mom sat silently, eyes downcast. She wouldn't stand up to him—she never did.

"I don't care about the resources," I said through clenched teeth. "I care about being respected. Being loved."

Dad laughed harshly. "Love? You think werewolf matings are about love? They're about power, strength, bloodlines. Your job is to give him pups and manage the pack females. His job is to lead and protect. If he finds pleasure elsewhere, that's just how Alphas are."

The doorbell rang, and Dad's grip on my arm tightened further.

"That's him. Now you'll go home with your mate, apologize for your behavior, and secure your position. Do you understand me?"

Dad opened the door, and there stood Ethan, clutching an enormous bouquet of moon lilies—the traditional werewolf courtship flower.

Even with the strong floral scent——Scarlett’s scent, I could still detect the jasmine perfume clinging to him, and I couldn't miss the red marks that trailed down his neck.

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry," Ethan said, his voice smooth as he extended the flowers toward me.

"I should have been with you for the prenatal check-up, but I had to oversee emergency training for the border patrol wolves. Please don't be angry. I promise I'll attend every single appointment from now on."

I breathed in the mingled scents of moon lilies and jasmine perfume, silently thinking, "Ethan, we won't have a future to worry about."

"I got you something else," he said, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small velvet box. Inside were silver earrings shaped like crescent moons with small diamonds.

I stared at the earrings without feeling any joy. I'd never worn earrings—my wolf found them irritating. Scarlett was the one who loved earrings.

Dad snatched the box from my hands before I could respond, then pushed me roughly toward Ethan.

"Go home with your Alpha now," he ordered, then turned to Ethan with a sycophantic smile. "Alpha, don't forget about taking Emma's brother to Beta training tomorrow. The boy has real potential."

"Of course," Ethan nodded, placing his hand possessively on the small of my back. "Richard, I appreciate your... understanding in this matter."

As soon as Ethan and I walked through our front door, my phone rang. Scarlett's name flashed on the screen.

"Sister-in-law," Scarlett's sugary voice filled the room. "Do you like those earrings? They came free with the luxury handbag Ethan bought for me yesterday. If you had to buy them separately, they'd be quite expensive, you know."

I hung up, but my phone immediately buzzed with a notification. I opened it to find a photo of a diamond-encrusted handbag—clearly worth thousands—with the earrings Ethan had "bought" for me tossed carelessly in the corner like trash.

Then another photo appeared. Two hands intertwined—Ethan's distinctive Alpha ring clearly visible on his finger, and on Scarlett's hand, an enormous diamond engagement ring sparkled.

I touched my bare ring finger and took a deep breath.

Just one more betrayal left.

Ethan's car stopped in front of our house, but he made no move to get out. I turned to him, confused. He awkwardly rubbed his nose and cleared his throat.

"So, um, Scarlett has her graduation prom coming up," he began, not quite meeting my eyes. "She was wondering if she could borrow your sapphire necklace—the one I gave you when I first proposed."

That necklace was my most treasured possession. When Ethan had first asked me to be his mate, he'd placed it around my neck.

He'd told me then that sapphires represented loyalty and faithfulness.

I studied his face—the hopeful, pleading expression.

"I don't need to loan it to her," I said evenly. "She can have it."

His eyes widened in surprise, then crinkled with joy. "Really? You'd do that? I promise I'll buy you something even better in the future. Something worthy of the Alpha's mate."

"It's fine," I said, my voice hollow. "It's just a necklace."

Ethan leaped across the center console to embrace me, his arms wrapping around my shoulders. "You're amazing, Emma. This means so much to Scarlett."

I carefully shifted away from his attempted kiss.

"If it's urgent, why don't you take it to her now?" I suggested.

His eyes lit up again. "Great idea! "

Before leaving, he ran back to me.

"Once all this graduation stuff with Scarlett is over, we're having our ceremony," he promised fervently. "This time, I swear nothing will stop us."

I smiled without responding, because I knew our mating ceremony would never happen.

After Ethan left, I sat alone, gently touching my stomach.

"Baby," I whispered, "Mommy is so sorry. I promised to give you happiness, but it seems I'll have to break that promise. Please don't hate me."

On my way to the hospital, I spotted a familiar figure in the maternity ward corridor. Scarlett, my sapphire necklace already gleaming at her throat, with Ethan's arm around her waist and his other hand protectively cradling her stomach.

My hand trembled on my own belly. I couldn't tell if they had seen me.

A moment later, my phone vibrated with multiple notifications.

I opened it to find a series of explicit videos. I immediately recognized Ethan and Scarlett.

They were tangled together in bed, Ethan's muscular body glistening in the dim light, while the woman beneath him matched his wild thrusts with breathy moans. It was the kind of stimulating scene that would make anyone blush.

Anyone except me.

My wolf had been dormant since the pregnancy began, which was why I couldn't sense my mate's condition or feelings.

Although I had suspected Ethan and Scarlett were sleeping together, I had never been certain.

Until now.

Even with my suspicions, having the truth displayed so blatantly before me still caused a sharp pain in my chest.

I hurriedly wiped away my tears. When I looked up, I caught Scarlett's gaze from across the corridor. She gave me a challenging look, her hand deliberately caressing my sapphire necklace—now around her throat.

I finally understood. All the photos and videos sent to my phone—they were all from Scarlett.

If she wanted my position that badly, she could have it.

I stepped out of the hospital entrance, my body still weak from the procedure.

"Well, well. Look who's finally done killing their puppy." Scarlett's voice cut through the air.

She stood leaning against a sleek black car.

"How does it feel?" I tried to walk past her but she persisted, stepping directly into my path. "How does it feel to lose a baby? Probably for the best, don't you think? Better to abort it now than to give birth and have the puppy discover its father doesn't love it."

My hands clenched into fists. "Move, Scarlett."

"Or what?" She cocked her head, smirking.

The rage building inside me threatened to boil over. I raised my hand, intending to move her aside.

Before I could touch her, Scarlett's eyes widened dramatically. She clutched her stomach and let out a blood-curdling scream, dropping to the ground in one fluid motion.

"My baby!" she wailed, curling into a ball. "Oh god, my stomach! The baby! "

A deep, feral growl erupted behind me.

I turned to see Ethan, his eyes already glowing Alpha red, his body vibrating with rage.

"Ethan, I never touched her—"

I never finished my sentence. In an instant, he shifted into his massive silver wolf form, lunging at me with supernatural speed.

His jaws didn't clamp down, but his body slammed me against the hospital wall. Pain exploded through my already weakened frame. My stitches tore open, warm blood seeping through my hospital gown.

"She came to see you," he snarled, spit flying from his lips. "Scarlett knew you were in the hospital and came out of kindness, and this is how you repay her? "

Without another word, he turned around, picked up Scarlett, and called for the healer.

I slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood, I looked up at the man I had once loved with all my heart.

This was the 105th time he had betrayed me.

And it would be the last.