With trembling fingers, I picked up my phone and dialed Talia’s number. The ringing echoed in my ears as my heart pounded, fury and heartbreak crashing over me like a tidal wave. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless and agitated, sensing the betrayal.

Finally, she answered, her voice sickeningly cheerful. "Hey, Luna!"

The word *Luna* twisted in my chest like a knife. Talia had no right to call me that anymore. My throat tightened as I forced the words out, "You've been sleeping with my mate, Talia."

The silence that followed was deafening, but I wasn’t done. My voice was sharp, filled with the pain I could no longer contain. "You were supposed to be my sister in the pack, my confidante. I’ve stood by you through everything. When you were cast out by your last pack, I brought you into ours. I convinced Eamon to give you a place here. And this—this is how you repay me?"

There was no shame in her voice when she finally spoke, just a casual, almost bored tone. "Well, now that you know, there’s no need to pretend, is there?"

Her words were like a slap to the face, knocking the breath from my lungs. I gripped the phone tighter, trying to keep my voice steady as tears threatened to spill. "So much for loyalty, Talia. So much for being a pack sister."

And then came the blow I hadn’t expected. Her voice dropped, becoming cold, laced with malice. "Eamon is mine now, Vivian. He chose me." There was a cruel chuckle on the other end. "What’s your problem, really? You act like you’re the perfect Luna, but the truth is you’ve been holding him back. Let’s face it, you’re not even half the wolf I am."

I could hear the smirk in her voice as she continued, each word like poison seeping into my veins. "You had the position, the rank, the pack—all of it handed to you because of Eamon. But here’s the thing: you can’t give him the one thing he wants most. You can’t give him an heir. I’m the one giving him that. I’m carrying his pup."

Her words twisted the knife, leaving me gasping for air. "You should be thanking me, really. I’m giving Eamon what you could never give him. I’m fulfilling your duty as Luna. Isn’t that what you want for him?"

She laughed again, the sound sharp and mocking. "But hey, no hard feelings, right? What are pack sisters for?"

I couldn’t take it anymore. Tears blurred my vision as I slammed the phone down, a scream tearing from my throat, raw and full of pain. The betrayal from Eamon was one thing, but Talia? The woman I had trusted with my secrets, my life? It was too much to bear.

I collapsed to the floor, my body shaking uncontrollably as the weight of it all crashed down on me. How could it have come to this? How had I been so blind, so naïve? I had believed in the bond of the pack, in the loyalty that should have kept us together, and now it was all unraveling before my eyes.

I stared down at the symbol of my bond to Eamon—the silver chain that marked me as his Luna. Once, it had been a mark of pride, a symbol of our unbreakable connection. Now, it felt like a chain around my neck, choking me. With a deep breath, I ripped it off, tossing it into the corner of the room.

Without looking back, I left the den and headed straight to the healer. I couldn’t bring this pup into a world filled with lies, betrayal, and a mate who had shattered every ounce of trust. Within the hour, I had returned home, drained but resolute. After a long, scalding shower, I collapsed onto the bed and sent a message to Elder Aidan,the pack's Elder who's in charge of dissolving bonds, officially starting the process to dissolve the bond with Eamon. As soon as my head hit the pillow, sleep claimed me, though it brought little peace.

Sometime in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed, dragging me back into consciousness. Groggily, I reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. It was 1 a.m., and as usual, the other side of the bed was still empty. A WhatsApp message from Talia appeared, my heart sinking as I saw the preview.

**[Eamon is so strong and perfect. Can’t wait to feel his warmth tonight!]**

Attached was a photo of Eamon, fast asleep in Talia’s den, his body sprawled across a bed that was not ours. His face, once a source of comfort, now made me sick to my stomach.

As I stared at the screen in disbelief, the “typing...” indicator flashed, and soon, another message came through.

**[Oops! Sent that to the wrong person! My bad, Vivian. Guess it’s just you and me now! Don’t be too upset. Sleep well, bestie!]**

Her arrogance was infuriating. She expected me to lash out, to scream and fight. But I didn’t feel any of that anymore.

I simply blocked her number and rolled over, exhaustion weighing me down. I was done playing her games. Let them have each other.

The next morning at the packhouse, they both showed up together. Talia, ever the dramatist, pretended to stumble as they entered the main hall. Eamon caught her easily, his arms wrapping around her protectively, while she shot me a smug glance.

"Can you believe her?" one of the pack members whispered beside me. "Talia doesn’t even know how to hunt properly, yet she acts like she runs the pack."

I barely registered the comment, too focused on sending a quick message to Elder Aidan. "Maybe," I muttered absently.

Before I could gather myself, I heard Eamon’s commanding voice behind me. "Vivian, I need to speak with you."

I turned, finding his gaze fixed on me, cold and unreadable. No one in the pack knew we were bonded mates; Eamon had always enforced the rule that pack business stayed separate from personal matters. He kept his distance at all times unless it served his interests.

Reluctantly, I followed him into his private quarters. Talia was already lounging on the couch, her smile sly and triumphant. Eamon whispered something to her, and she slunk off into another room, leaving us alone.

Once the door closed, Eamon approached, his tone soft but accusing. "Still upset, Vivian?"

I pulled my hand from his, keeping my voice cold. "I’m not upset."

His eyes narrowed. "I didn’t return to the den last night, and you didn’t call or come after me. And now you’re pretending like everything’s fine?"

I clenched my jaw. "You were with *Talia*, right? She’s your… concern now."

His face darkened. Without warning, he shoved me back onto the couch, his anger flaring. As I braced myself, my hand brushed something soft—Talia’s red scarf, her scent unmistakable.

Eamon’s expression faltered when he saw what I had found. "That’s not—"

I didn’t wait for his excuses. Tossing the scarf aside, I rose, my voice calm but final. "If that’s all, Alpha, I’ll be going."

I left him standing there, too disgusted to care anymore. Let him deal with his lies.

That evening, I stepped out of the packhouse just as Eamon’s black truck pulled up. Talia sat in the passenger seat, grinning triumphantly.

"Get in," Eamon ordered. "We’ll drop Talia off first, then we’ll talk."

I didn’t even look at them. Instead, I raised my hand and flagged down one of the pack's scouts. "You two go ahead. I’ve got business to take care of."

Eamon’s expression darkened, but I didn’t care. Whatever they had, whatever game they were playing, was over for me. Let them enjoy the ruin they had created.

I was done being part of it.

What I didn’t expect was for Eamon and Talia to follow me to the tavern.

I had barely taken my seat in the corner when the door swung open, and they strolled in like they owned the place. Without hesitation, they sat across from me, their presence heavy with arrogance.

I stared at them, trying to contain my anger. “I’m meeting Alpha Valen from the Raven's Claw Pack,” I said, cutting straight to the point.

Eamon raised an eyebrow, leaning back lazily. “Did Alpha Valen say he didn’t want to see me?”

I clenched my jaw, refusing to engage. Despite everything, Eamon was still my Alpha. Fighting him in public was not an option.

As the meal began, Alpha Valen signaled for his omega to bring out a bottle of rare, high-quality bloodwine—a delicacy among wolves. I frowned as my mind wandered to the words the pack healer had spoken when I scheduled the ritual to sever the bond with Eamon. *“You've already lost one pup from the rogue attack, and your womb was nearly damaged beyond repair. The fact that you're carrying again is nothing short of a miracle. But if you lose this child, you may never have another.”*

I pressed my lips together, about to refuse the bloodwine politely, when Talia spoke up, her voice sweet and false. “I heard Vivian can drink more than any wolf here. Come on, let’s see it in action!”

Her innocent smile was nothing more than a mask. I narrowed my eyes at her, my tone cold. “Who told you that?”

Talia’s smile faltered, and she glanced nervously at Eamon, who sat next to her like a predator about to strike. “Did I say something wrong again?”

Eamon, ever her protector, patted her hand and turned his icy gaze toward me. “Vivian, it’s just bloodwine. Don’t make a scene.”

His words sent a chill through my spine, but I forced a smile. I wasn’t backing down. “Alpha, I can’t drink. I’m pregnant.”

The entire table froze. The air between us crackled with tension.

Talia was the first to break the silence. Her eyes flickered with something dark before she forced a smile, raising her glass to me. “Congratulations, Vivian!” She lifted the cup to her lips, but before she could take a sip, Eamon stopped her.

“Talia,” he growled softly, “you’re pregnant too. No drinking.”

For once, Talia didn’t listen. “No, I have to! I’ve caused Vivian so much trouble since joining the pack. This is my way of making amends.”

Tears filled her eyes as she tilted her head back, downing the bloodwine in one defiant gulp. Her face flushed immediately, and she began coughing violently, her breaths labored.

Eamon shot up from his seat, fury in his eyes. “Is this what you wanted, Vivian? To make her look weak in front of the pack? If anything happens to our pup because of you, I’ll never forgive you!”

I barely acknowledged him. “Do what you want,” I muttered, rising from the table.

Without sparing him or Talia another glance, I turned to Alpha Valen. “Apologies, Alpha. I’ll take my leave now.” And with that, I strode out of the tavern, my heart pounding with rage.

Eamon’s voice echoed after me, filled with fury. “Vivian, I’m done with this! You can’t accept Talia, you can’t accept our bond. Maybe we should just end it—dissolve the bond!”

The words hung in the air, sharp as a dagger. I paused for a brief moment but then shrugged. After all these years, he was willing to admit our bond just to push me aside for Talia.

I turned back to him, my voice calm, my eyes cold. “Alright, Eamon. Let’s dissolve the bond then.”

And with that, I walked out.

As I left the tavern, I dialed Elder Aidan, the pack's lawyer, arranging the details of the separation. But midway through the conversation, a blinding light flashed in front of me. A sleek black car—one I recognized all too well—was barreling straight toward me.

My heart slammed in my chest as the car swerved at the last second, grazing my leg. I fell to the ground in shock, my hands trembling.

A passing wolf rushed to help, her eyes wide with alarm. “You’re bleeding!” she gasped, looking at the blood pooling around my waist.

I stared at the dark stain spreading across the ground, my mind numb. I knew that car number. It was Eamon’s. We had picked it together when we were newly mated.

At the hospital, the healer asked if I had any family to contact. I gripped my phone, staring at Eamon’s name on the screen, but I couldn’t call him. Instead, I dialed Elder Aidan again.

I couldn’t shake the image of the car, the license plate… It was his.

I stayed in the healing den until noon the next day. While I was there, I received one message from Eamon: "Talia’s den is damaged from last night's storm, so I'm bringing her to stay in our pack house."

I knew right away it wasn’t him who sent it—it had Talia’s manipulative touch all over it.

When I returned to the pack house, I punched in the code at the door, but it didn’t work. Confused, I tried again. Suddenly, the door swung open, and there was Talia, wearing my apron, with a gleaming smile on her face.

“Stop trying to get in, Vivian. The code’s been changed,” she said, her voice dripping with smugness. “You know what that means... you’re not welcome here anymore. I’m in control now.”

I froze, her words cutting through me like the slash of a rogue’s claws.

“Just stay away from Eamon and me,” she continued, her voice hardening. “Let us be happy with our unborn pup. You’re nothing but an outsider now, a forgotten wolf.”

Her cruel words hit harder than any physical blow. I could barely breathe, the pain too raw, too deep. My hands trembled as I clutched the doorframe for support, fighting the storm of emotions swirling within me.

“Talia,” I managed, my voice shaking. “Why do you hate me so much? After everything… How can you be so heartless?”

Her eyes gleamed with malice as she stepped closer, pushing me back with surprising force. “Just leave! Get lost!” she spat, her face contorted with fury.

I stumbled backward, my heart racing. Before I could respond, the door creaked open, and Eamon stepped in, concern etched on his face. The second Talia saw him, her entire demeanor shifted in an instant.

“Eamon!” she called out, her voice suddenly sweet and full of innocence. She rushed toward him, throwing herself into his arms. “Look, Vivian’s here! Isn’t it wonderful?” She turned to me with a saccharine smile. “Come in, Vivian. Let me make you something warm to drink.”

Her words were kind, but her eyes were still cold and calculating. I stood there, rooted in place, wondering if Eamon could see through her act or if he, too, was blind to her manipulation.

Eamon glanced at me briefly before turning to Talia, his voice gentle. “Why don’t you go rest for a bit?”

Talia nodded sweetly, grabbed a handful of berries, and vanished into what used to be *my* den.

When she was gone, Eamon’s expression hardened. “So, you finally decided to come home?” His tone was sharp, filled with accusation.

I ignored his jab, keeping my voice even. “Is Talia… eating berries?”

He frowned, confused. “What are you talking about?”

I remembered the last time Talia had been pregnant. I’d prepared a meal for her, not realizing she was deathly allergic to berries. Her reaction had been severe, and Eamon had nearly torn me apart in his rage.

“It’s nothing,” I muttered, realizing he had completely forgotten the incident.

He let it go, but his eyes stayed fixed on me. “Well, clean up and get ready. It’s Talia’s birthday tonight, and I’ve reserved a private spot at the pack lodge for her celebration. Keep it light, though—don’t steal the spotlight from her.”

I couldn't help the sharp reply that slipped out. “I’m busy. You and Talia go enjoy yourselves.”

Eamon’s expression darkened with irritation. “Talia already told the pack you’d be there to celebrate with us. It’ll embarrass her if you don’t show. Look, I know you’re jealous because she’s carrying my pup, but that’s not her fault. Why are you always competing with her?” He sighed, rubbing his temples. “Fine. Come tonight, celebrate her birthday, and afterward, I’ll grant you one request. You can choose anything—a trip to the Northern Mountains or wherever you want.”

I hesitated, then smiled faintly. “Alright.”

That evening, I dressed in my best leathers and arrived at the pack lodge, just in time for the festivities. As I entered the room, I saw Eamon’s gaze linger on me, his eyes momentarily wide with surprise.

Talia’s expression flickered with annoyance, but she quickly composed herself, her voice bright and welcoming. She introduced me to her friends with the same fake warmth she always used around Eamon.

Her long-distance mate, lounging lazily in the corner, was blowing smoke rings, as if nothing else in the world mattered.

A pack omega wheeled in a three-tier cake that Eamon had ordered for Talia, and the room buzzed with excitement.

As she stood before the cake, making her wishes, Talia clasped her hands together, her smile pure and radiant, like a cherished pack princess.

“I have three wishes!” she announced, her voice full of glee. “First, Eamon can’t call me his little wolf anymore!”

The wolves around us laughed lightly.

“Second, Eamon can’t ignore Vivian because of me!” she added, glancing my way with a wicked glint in her eyes.

“Third, I hope my fertility is passed to Vivian so she can carry a pup for my Eamon soon!”

Her final wish hit like a gut punch. Before I could react, my leather pouch slipped from my hand, and a piece of parchment fell out.

Eamon bent down to retrieve it. As he unfolded the paper, his face paled when he read the words: “Post-Abortion Recovery Ritual.”

He turned to me, his voice low and full of disbelief. “Vivian… what is this?”