On the day of my discharge, I expected to return quietly to the Moonridge Packhouse and bury myself in the silence I’d grown used to. But instead of taking the familiar route home, the driver stopped outside a brightly lit amusement park glowing against the twilight sky. Laughter, sweet scents, and the hum of mortal joy filled the air, each sound stabbing at my raw nerves like silver-tipped knives.

“Luna, Alpha Adrian is waiting for you,” the driver murmured.

My heart stilled. I hadn’t seen Adrian since the night he signed my release papers with the same indifference he used to sign a pack treaty.

“No,” I said firmly, my voice trembling despite my resolve. “Take me home.”

Before he could answer, I caught a scent I could never mistake, cedarwood and storm, dark dominance and danger. Adrian.

The next instant, the car door swung open. His shadow fell over me, tall and commanding, his presence alone enough to make weaker wolves bow. His hand closed around my wrist, his touch firm, his tone colder than moonlight.

“Don’t make a scene, Dawn. Come with me,” he commanded, his tone a flat sheet of steel.

“My secretary mentioned that you booked this entire park for a children’s birthday party,” he continued, an icy veneer of charm masking his cruelty. “Since Zara happens to share the same date, I thought it's better to celebrate together. It’s livelier that way.”

Livelier.

The word detonated in my mind. Five years ago, I had begged him to let my babies stay. “Seven months is enough. Deliver them now,” he'd snapped, severing my pleas with a cold finality. My body was torn, my life nearly lost, all because he needed the triplets’ birthday to align with his mistress’s. It wasn't a tragic medical decision; it was a vicious act of calculated humiliation.

Absolutely shameless!

Adrian towed me inside and pointed to a secluded corridor. “Wait for me in the private room. I will bring the kids after they finish their ride.”

My first instinct was to shift and run, to let my wolf break free and vanish into the night. But I forced her down. I needed proof, cold, undeniable evidence that would end this bond and strip him of every lie. Gritting my teeth, I followed his scent and moved toward the room.

Just as my hand reached the cold brass handle, muffled sounds sliced through the thick door, low gasps, the frantic rustle of fabric, the heavy, rough breathing of men. Wrong turn?

I pressed my eye to the crack.

The scene inside made my blood run cold. Zara, her lips swollen and red, her neck mottled with fresh marks, leaned lazily against two strange men. Their shirts were ripped, and the scent of raw, messy lust, not the clean, powerful musk of an alpha, suffocated the air. This wasn’t just a lover’s tryst; this was wrong. Terribly, fundamentally wrong.

I spun to escape, but a hand shot out, dragging me violently inside.

The door swung open a second later. Adrian strode in with the triplets, their laughter instantly dying.

Zara, who had been on her knees, now collapsed, trembling, at my feet. Her clothes were artfully shredded.

"Luna Dawn! I was wrong! I will never dare touch what belongs to you!”

My heart stopped. I wanted to scream a denial, to unleash the predator inside me, but Adrian’s icy gaze was a cage, pinning me down.

“L-Luna, please take me to the hospital, the pills you forced in my mouth to make me surely get pregnant…after all the men are done abusing me… I… I can’t let them…! I will rather die!” Zara wailed, rushing to Adrian, collapsing into his arms like a wilting flower.

But through the streaming tears, I caught it, the small, cold smile forming on her lips. My control snapped. The wolf inside me surged.

“I took advantage of you?” My voice was a low growl, barely recognizable.

“You even ordered them to film it and post it online… I was wrong to post pictures with Adrian.”

Adrian's jaw tightened. His eyes, already glacial, shifted from a whirring camera hidden in the corner to me. Fury replaced disbelief.

“Shut up!” The sound of my own rage was foreign. “It was Adrian who told me you would accompany us! How could I have known unless I’m some magician!”

Before I could continue, the triplets pointed their tiny fingers at me, their voices unnaturally firm, utterly devoid of childish innocence.

“Mom is bad!”

“Yes, it is mommy who said that there would be a great show today! How could we have known she would hurt Aunt Zara? It was… it was Mom!”

The hired men bowed deeply, simultaneously. “Alpha Adrian! It was her indeed! If we had known Miss Zara was your woman, we wouldn’t dare touch her even if we had a hundred guts!”

One of them fumbled out a recording device. A chillingly calm voice, undeniably mine, ripped through the speaker: “Make sure she suffers. Don’t let her walk away. Record everything.”

My eyes widened. The trap, so perfectly sprung, so intricately planned. A small, miserable smile stretched my lips. “All this effort to ruin me… just for a title? What a snake you are—”

I was unable to finish my sentence when Alpha Adrian’s palm landed on my cheek.

The slap landed with a shattering, sickening crack. The thunderous sound ripped through the room. I hit the ground hard, the metallic taste of my own blood flooding my mouth.

Zara’s manufactured sobs vanished, replaced by a ruthless, triumphant smile. Adrian stood over me, his face a mask of primal fury. I turned to look up at him, blood trickling from my lip, my eyes completely blank, stripped of all hope and fear.

He stilled, his hand still raised, a flicker of something, was it guilt? Crossing his sharp features.

“So, at the end, you believe her?” I whispered, the words ragged. “If someone were to see, they might think that she is your real wife while I am the mistress!”

Adrian’s eyes refroze, unmoving.

“So this is how low you will go?” His voice was calm, but each syllable cut deeper than a silver dagger.

He gestured sharply. The men who had touched Zara were dragged out. He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me.

“Did you strip Zara… did you enjoy humiliating her?” His voice was a merciless rasp. “Now it’s your turn.”

My chest seized. My wolf recoiled, utterly exposed. “No! Stop it!”

The moment was violent and sickening. Adrian’s hands seized me, no longer with cold control, but with angry, savage roughness. The stark sound of my clothing ripping filled the atmosphere. The hands that once held me with tenderness now tore at my dignity, leaving red, burning marks on my skin.

Hot tears streamed down my face.

“Adrian… what are you doing? Please, don’t-”

Nobody listened. I wailed like a broken creature, my soul shredding.

His eyes didn't waver.

“You wanted to ruin her name… now the wolf will make you pay. Every heartbeat. Every pride.”

The camera in the corner whirred, catching every motion: my fear, my scent, my unraveling.

“You wanted a spectacle, right? Today, the pack will teach you a lesson your blood will remember for life!”

Before I could react, Alpha Adrian’s claws closed around my wrists with punishing strength, his grip like iron shackles as he dragged me through the moonlit courtyard. The stones under my feet were slick with dew, and every step echoed with the weight of his fury. The air was sharp with frost and dominance, thick with the kind of rage only an Alpha could summon. Beneath it all, I could still smell his scent, cedar, rain, and the faint trace of silver that marked him as my mate, my Alpha. Once that scent had calmed my wolf. Now it made her whimper in fear.

Panic surged through me as I struggled against his strength, but it was useless. His power pressed against me like a wall, forcing my wolf to cower deep inside. My pulse raced, and my claws half-extended, useless against the authority that rolled off him in waves. He hauled me toward the rusted death trap on the edge of the training grounds, the old roller coaster that no wolf dared to approach. It stood there like a corpse of the old world, metal bones creaking in the cold wind, soaked with the echoes of human screams long forgotten. Even the forest spirits whispered warnings when the wind passed through its twisted frame.

“Once, I saved you from rogues, saved you from the same men who harmed Zara tonight.” Adrian’s voice thundered, his eyes glowing faint gold, his wolf brushing the surface. “Who knew you’d use that same savage instinct to harm others, to drug another she-wolf and force her into bearing a child!”

I froze, my breath catching, the accusation slicing deeper than any claw could. “That’s not true! Adrian, please-” My voice broke, and my wolf whimpered, pressing against the bond that still tethered her to his.

But my protests meant nothing. His expression was carved from stone, his Alpha command sealing the air between us like a cage. He forced me into the cold metal seat, claws grazing my arms as he bound me with silver-threaded restraints. The instant the forged silver touched my skin, it screamed against my flesh, burning, biting, eating its way into me as if it wanted to taste my bones. Smoke curled from the wounds, thick and acrid, the scent of scorched skin mingling with the copper tang of blood. Pain ripped through my veins like molten fire, tearing my wolf from her howl and shoving her into silence.

I gasped, choking back a cry as the silver pulsed with Alpha energy, feeding on my pain. The scent of scorched flesh mingled with the metallic tang of the machinery. Above us, the full moon glared down like a witness, bright and unmerciful.

“Adrian, please,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes as my voice broke into a low, trembling growl. “You’re my mate.”

His jaw tightened, and for a flicker of a heartbeat, I thought I saw the man I once loved beneath the beast. But the Alpha won. His eyes glowed brighter, gold bleeding into black.

“Then you should’ve remembered what it means to betray one.”

His cold eyes glowed with the faint gold of his wolf. He didn’t look at me as a mate, not even as a woman, just as prey awaiting punishment. His hand hovered over the control lever like a judge preparing to deliver his verdict.

I turned to the edge of the platform, where the pups, the children I had raised, stood watching. My throat constricted, my wolf clawing inside me, desperate to reach them. I opened my mouth to scream for truth, for mercy, but the Alpha’s dominance crushed the sound in my throat. His power had already declared me guilty.

The ride screeched to life, the air filling with the metallic roar of chains. My stomach plummeted as the world tilted into chaos. The wind tore at my hair, my tears freezing before they could fall.

“This,” Adrian’s voice boomed through the storm, “is what betrayal feels like. Every bruise, every breath you take, you’ve earned them!”

Time lost all meaning. I felt the silver biting deeper, the bruises blooming like cursed flowers beneath my skin. Blood seeped down my arm, mingling with the scent of iron and fur. The world blurred into pain, my wolf howling inside me, but trapped, bound by the mate bond that refused to sever.

From a distance, I heard their voices, small, trembling, uncertain.

“Caden, Mom looks so sad… are we doing something wrong?”

“N-No. Aunt Zara said this would help Dad. And Mom loves us, right? She’ll forgive us.”

Adrian never moved from the control panel. His expression was carved from stone. He didn’t curse or rage. He simply watched as the woman who once shared his soul unraveled before his eyes, limb by limb, howl by howl.

When I was on the verge of losing consciousness, he stopped the ride. My body hung limp, my wolf silent and broken. The man who once painted my likeness under moonlight, the one who had saved me, claimed me, marked me, was gone.

“All your debts,” I whispered through cracked lips, tasting blood and bitterness, “are repaid now.” And darkness claimed me.

**

Three nights later, I woke beneath the dim light of dawn, the scent of herbs and moonflower salve heavy in the air. My body ached, every bone humming with dull pain. Adrian sat beside me, his eyes bloodshot, exhaustion painted across his features.

When he saw me stir, he reached out as if desperate to grasp something already lost. “Dawn,” he breathed, voice breaking. “You’re awake.”

A doctor entered, murmuring something about trauma and my weakened condition, mentioning words like terminal and miraculous recovery. I silenced him with a single look. “It’s nothing,” I rasped. “Just exhaustion.”

Adrian’s jaw tightened. Without a word, he lifted a spoon of soup to my lips, his touch trembling. “Eat,” he said softly, as though gentleness could erase what he’d done. “Tell me how you feel.”

I stared through him, past the room, past the bond that once chained our souls. I felt nothing. Not love, not rage, just emptiness.

Then the door opened, and Zara stepped inside, suitcase in hand, smelling of lilac and deceit. Her gaze flicked toward me, her lips quivering in false remorse. “Dawn… I’m sorry. It was my fault. But Adrian, you promised I could stay-”

“I see,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. “She’s already moved in. Then I suppose I should move out.”

Adrian’s tone was flat, his aura cold. “Now isn’t the time, Zara. Dawn needs rest. Wait outside.”

Her mask cracked for an instant, hatred glimmering in her eyes before she turned and left.

Only we remained. The silence between us was heavier than any bond.

He spoke at last, low and measured. “Whatever happened that day, Dawn… if you apologize to Zara sincerely, I’ll let it go.”

I turned to him slowly, my gaze locked with him. My wolf stirred weakly, baring her fangs.

“Alpha,” I said, voice hoarse yet steady,“The only thing I’ll ever apologize for… is mistaking a monster for my mate.”

“Zara will be staying here for a while. Until things settle down, I expect you to do everything to make her comfortable. She has been through enough already. Can you do it for my sake, Dawn?”

If this had been the past, I might have flinched at that tone, the heavy Alpha command that used to root me to the floor. But now, his authority brushed against me like wind against stone.

“She can stay as long as you wish, Alpha,” I said quietly, my voice stripped of warmth. “I’ll even apologize to her if that pleases you.”

I forced my body to rise, each movement pulling at my half-healed scars, and slid a document across the table toward him. “Just sign here. I plan to build a children’s healing sanctuary, one dedicated to the young wolves suffering sickness. Your approval is required.”

My voice did not waver, but my claws curled against my palm until I felt the faint sting of my own blood. The copper scent grounded me, steadying the wild ache in my chest. This wasn’t a simple request; it was the breaking of chains, the first step toward reclaiming my freedom… toward divorcing Alpha Adrian Moonridge.

He stilled, those golden eyes flashing with a glint I couldn’t read. For years, I had followed him like a bonded shadow, my wolf bending to his command, my heart tied to his pulse. But now, my quiet defiance pressed against him like a low growl in the dark, an unspoken challenge that even his Alpha instinct could feel.

“If you don’t wish to sign it, then forget it,” I murmured, lowering my gaze but keeping my aura steady. “I won’t force my Alpha.”

That faint disappointment in my tone, soft but raw, cut through him sharper than any fang. With a heavy breath, he took the pen, the veins in his hand tightening as he signed.

“I was only surprised you never mentioned this before. If this is your wish, I’ll support it fully,” he said, unaware that with that stroke of ink, he severed the bond we had both pretended still mattered.

He sighed, his voice turning almost tender. “After years as mates, this is the first time you’ve asked for anything, and even now, it’s for others. You’re still too softhearted, Dawn. I don’t know what poisoned you against Zara, but if it’s over those petty pack whispers, you’ve truly disappointed me. You should learn from her how to carry yourself like Luna. She’s the daughter of a noble bloodline, yet she never wields her power to harm.”

His words sank deep, cutting through flesh and spirit alike. My wolf whimpered within me, curling away from the sting. I bowed my head, blinking back the heat behind my eyes. How foolish I had been to think that surrendering my soul, my wolf, everything would ever make him see me as his true mate.

Later that night, I heard my pups whisper through the half-closed door.

“Mom’s so boring,” Caden muttered. “She doesn’t even understand anything about pack runs. She’s kind of dumb.”

“She only got lucky once, to have us,” another added. “If we sleep here, she’ll probably nag again. But still, she won’t refuse us.”

“Yeah,” the third giggled. “She never refuses.”

Their words sliced through me, but I only inhaled slowly, keeping my wolf in check. “Mom, we’ll sleep here tonight!” They cried, bounding in with pillows.

I stood, my gaze unreadable. “No need. Go back to your rooms.”

My tone carried no rage, no affection, only quiet command. They froze, shocked, as the door clicked shut behind them. For once, it was they who were left outside.

That was when my screen lit up with a message that made my heart still.

[In three days, I will come for you. Don’t let anyone break you before then.]

A small smile tugged at my lips. How strange that the male I once called enemy, Alpha Adrian’s rival, knew me better than the mate who had shared my bed for five years.

When Alpha Adrian returned late, he found the pups asleep together, clutching their pillows. “Why aren’t you in your beds?” he frowned.

“Mom didn’t want us,” they murmured.

He hesitated outside my room. For the first time in our bond, my door was locked. He raised his hand to knock… Then lowered it and left.

By dawn, I descended the grand staircase, only to freeze at the sight below.

Zara stood in the kitchen, her hair damp, one of Adrian’s shirts hanging loosely over her slender frame. She hummed softly as my pups clung to her legs.

“Mom! Mom! We want you to be our mom!” Caden cried, tugging at her sleeve.

The moment they saw me, they froze. Zara’s lips curved into a cruel, honeyed smile.

“You still dare to crawl here?” she hissed. “Now that the true Luna is here, a discarded one like you should know your place. Before I toss you out myself, perhaps you should start hunting for a new pack to leech on. You’d make a fine mistress for some lonely old wolf.”

I said nothing, though my wolf growled low beneath my skin. Before I could speak, Zara’s gaze darted toward the stairs, and she instantly fell to her knees, tears brimming.

“I-I didn’t mean any harm! My clothes haven’t arrived. I only borrowed Alpha’s shirt. I didn’t mean to offend you, Luna Dawn!”

Adrian froze, confusion clouding his expression. But before he could react, a soft laugh escaped me.

“You cry even if I breathe the same air,” I said, my voice like frost. “I came here for food, not to witness another of your pity shows. If every breath makes you sob, perhaps the healer should check your nerves instead of letting the pack think I bullied you.”

The kitchen fell silent. Even my pups gaped. Zara blinked rapidly, looking at Adrian for rescue, but this time, doubt shadowed his eyes.

I turned, meeting his gaze one last time. “I came to apologize, so you needn’t worry about her. Zara, I’m sorry. But don’t mistake luck for strength; they are two very different things.”

Zara’s lashes trembled. “T-Then will you return the necklace you tore from my neck? It was my brother’s last gift before he fell into a coma, saving Adrian’s life from the rogue attack…”