I felt an exhaustion that reached the depths of my heart, so I said nothing and just turned to return to the bedroom.

After a while, Enzo came in as well. He hugged me from behind, rested his head on my shoulder, and whispered in an extremely gentle voice in my ear, "Lynn, what you just heard isn't true. I was busy, and it was just something I said to brush them off.

"I love you, Lynn. That's the reason I'm willing to do all of this for you."

That was the first time I'd heard the word "love" from his mouth, but I didn't feel the joy I had imagined—because I no longer dared to believe him.

Was his love real or fake? I couldn't tell.

Maybe my silence made him notice something, and he continued, "Don't overthink it, Lynn. I told you, I'll treat you well from now on.

"I know you mind the relationship between me and Charlotte. I promise I'll never think about her again. I'll only think about you. The two of us will live our lives—she'll have nothing to do with it."

I really wished I had the courage to say "no" to him. But in reality, after a long internal struggle, I just nodded humbly and said, "Okay."

Enzo smiled in satisfaction, and then in the days that followed, he grew cold toward me again.

He was always like this—when we were young, he'd make me cry and then patiently mollify me. Once I was soothed, he'd return to his arrogant and indifferent self.

I knew I shouldn't have forgiven him so easily. But my life was too barren—no one loved me, and even if Enzo's love was poisonous, it was the only sweetness I had.

Enzo knew I couldn't leave him, so he acted without fear—he could even throw me heartlessly into the dangerous hunting grounds.

I didn't know what he was thinking when he kicked me out of the car. Maybe he was desperate to see Charlotte, or maybe he simply thought I would be like before—coming back eagerly even after being abandoned.

But this time, he would truly be disappointed—because I had already become a ghost.

…

When I regained awareness, I was already back by Enzo's side.

I was floating in mid-air, invisible to everyone. This was different from when I fell into the lake—this time, I was truly dead.

At that point, it had been two days since he'd left me at the hunting grounds.

Even if I didn't want to do it, I still followed Enzo against my will.

What was the meaning of this? I lived as his follower in life, and now I had to continue even after death?

I didn't understand what was going on, so I could only observe what Enzo was doing.

He parked his car outside the bar where he often met his friends. Unlike before—when Enzo was always flattered by others—no one paid him any attention today.

Everyone present had strange expressions, exchanging glances but saying nothing.

"What's wrong? Am I not welcome here?" Enzo joked. He smiled, grabbed a bottle of wine, and sat down casually.

Theo Russell, his closest Beta, broke the awkward silence. He poured Enzo a drink and cautiously asked, "Alpha, why are you here too? Have you taken care of the Luna's matters?"

"Don't worry. Within three days, she'll return obediently," Enzo said in his usual arrogant tone. It was a common trait of those in power and was a symbol of his charm.

If it had been before, these people would have instantly flattered and praised him for knowing how to "discipline" his wife and balance both career and family—it was very admirable.

Enzo also enjoyed these half-truthful compliments. After all, an Alpha needed others' praise to assert his authority.

But this time, everyone fell silent, and two she-wolves who usually got along with me scowled.

Enzo was a little baffled and raised his eyebrow, asking, "You don't believe me? Want to bet on it? I bet that within three days, Lynn will definitely come back to me."

Theo looked at him with shock and sympathy. "We believe you. Of course, we do. But Alpha, didn't you feel any discomfort in your body two days ago? Or any negative emotions?"

"Nope," Enzo replied. "My body has always been healthy. As for emotions? Only Lynn could affect me emotionally, so I'd blocked the mate link a long time ago."

"I can't listen to this anymore!" someone suddenly yelled.

A she-wolf stood up and glared at Enzo viciously, asking, "Why are you showing up here with such a relaxed attitude? Are you doing this on purpose? You should just go to Charlotte—I think she's the only one who'll still welcome you."

She then walked out without hesitation, and many others followed her out. One of the werewolves even poured a glass of wine over Enzo's head before leaving.

"This is what you deserve! The Moon Goddess would approve of what I did!" The werewolf stared straight into Enzo's eyes without fear. "If you want to punish me, go ahead."

As a wise and powerful Alpha, Enzo had never been treated with such disrespect. Theo immediately stepped between them—not to mediate, but to prevent Enzo from lashing out violently.

Strangely, the usually hot-tempered Enzo didn't get angry. With his head soaked in wine, he silently looked around at everyone.

Even I thought he would explode in fury and call the guards to arrest them—but he did nothing. He just turned around and left.

Before Enzo left, he simply said, "None of you understand her. I'm the one she loves most in the world. Lynn will definitely come back within three days."

My spirit followed Enzo home.

…

After that, Enzo never attended any gatherings again, nor did he look for Charlotte. Aside from handling some pack affairs, he locked himself in the house.

He only did two things at home—drink and try to contact me.

"Lynn, hurry home. Didn't you want to go watch the moon with me? I'll go."

"Lynn, where have you been? Don't test my limits like this."

"Lynn, you actually dare ignore my calls? Do you really want me to reject you?"

"Lynn! If you don't come back soon, I'm throwing out all the flowers you planted!"

He sent me hundreds of messages like this every day. He acted like the devil—at first, he tried to lure me back with promises, but when I still ignored him, he started threatening me.

But I still never responded.

Even so, Enzo didn't give up. He thought I was just throwing a tantrum.

He kept wrecking things at home. Not only did he throw out my flowers, he also destroyed the nursery I had carefully prepared—the baby clothes and toys inside were all torn, and he tore off two wheels from the stroller.

Every time he ruined something, he'd take a photo and send it to me, as if expecting me to feel heartbroken and rush back home.

But it was all useless—even if he tore the house down to rubble, I didn't give him a single response.

On the tenth day after my disappearance, a drunken Enzo seemed to come up with a new idea. He went to the bank and had all my bank cards frozen.

"Lynn, if you still want money, you'd better get back here quickly! Is this how a Luna treats her husband?"

Still, there was no response from me.

…

It wasn't until the 100th day of my disappearance that Enzo finally calmed down. He put on his coat and went to find Charlotte.

Charlotte seemed pleasantly surprised to see Enzo, but her expression turned sympathetic when she opened the door and saw the disheveled, booze-soaked mess of a werewolf.

She took Enzo to get a haircut, a shave, and new clothes—she groomed him from head to toe. He finally looked like a noble Alpha again instead of a vagrant.

Enzo numbly followed her arrangements without saying a word. He just kept taking photos of himself and posting them on social media.

After that, they went shopping for Charlotte—bags, shoes, jewelry, and even a car. They posted over a hundred affectionate updates, as if wanting the whole world to watch.

As the Alpha of the Redmoon Pack, Enzo was an online public figure. Many people liked and commented on his photos.

Most of the comments were full of admiration and congratulations, but one in particular stood out glaringly.

"Congrats! The trash finally sorted itself and is now in the same trash can."

The person bold enough to comment that was my best friend, Sofie Kinsley.

Clearly, Enzo posted these photos to provoke me. He expected me to get jealous and come back to stake my claim on him. He had used this tactic before, and I had never let him down—every time, I would immediately question him in anger.

But this time was different. Even when people started complaining about him being all over public feeds, I still didn't say a word.

He kept scrolling through his phone with a grim look until he saw Sofie's comment.

That comment seemed to trigger something in him. He froze for a moment, then abandoned the smiling Charlotte and rushed to Sofie's front door.

"Sofie! I finally get it. You're the one hiding Lynn! This is a trick—something you two planned together to mess with me. Come out and face me!" Enzo shouted.

He roared into the door with a piercing gaze, as if he wanted to break down the door and see me hiding inside.

"Alpha, are you mentally ill?" Sofie yanked the door open and stared at him coldly. "If you are, go to the pack's hospital. Don't come here and throw a fit. Even Alphas can't harass pack members like this."

Enzo barely registered her words. His eyes were faintly bloodshot—a sign that he was shifting. "Give Lynn to me! She has to apologize to me herself, or else I'll tear your house apart!"

Sofie almost laughed out of fury. She grabbed Enzo by the collar and shoved her phone screen into his face.

On the screen was a horrific and bloody, but very clear photo.

In the photo, a pregnant woman lay curled up inside a pit. The pit was filled with long, sharp silver spikes that had pierced her limbs, heart, neck, and swollen belly from below.

Blood covered her body. She shielded her belly with her hands, and she was faced toward the top of the pit—her eyes still filled with despair and panic.

Her pain was so vivid that anyone seeing the photo could feel it.

I suddenly felt a chill go down my spine. A wave of grief and bitterness swept over me, and I felt like I had died all over again.

That day, after getting out of the car, I had fallen into a hunting trap and died on the spot—both lives were lost.

I gritted my teeth and looked at Enzo. He stood there looking like he'd been struck by lightning—motionless and not even breathing.

He stared hard at that photo, and his eyes gradually became more bloodshot.

Sofie delivered the final blow that crushed him. "Wake up! Your Luna is dead! You and your men were the ones who personally dug her body out of the trap! Have you forgotten?"