Melissa’s POV

When Cyrus finally remembered who he was, I thought it was a blessing. I thought the Moon Goddess was giving him back his life, the one he had lost in the woods that night I found him half-dead and bleeding. I didn’t realize it was the start of the end for me.

The day his memories returned, the air itself felt different. I remember waking up to the sound of his heavy breathing beside me, his chest rising and falling fast, his wolf restless beneath his skin. I reached for him, but he pulled away. His eyes, usually soft and silver when he looked at me, were sharp, glowing with that unmistakable Alpha fire.

“Melissa,” he said, voice deep and unfamiliar. “I remember now.”

My heart had leapt then. “That’s good, Cyrus. That’s—”

“I’m not Cyrus Wallace,” he interrupted, almost as if saying his name insulted him. “I’m Cyrus Redmoon. The heir of the Redmoon Pack.”

The words hit me like cold rain. I blinked, confused. “Redmoon…? You mean the Redmoon Pack, the one with the estate beyond the riverlands?”

He nodded, his expression unreadable. “My father was Alpha Roderick Redmoon. My mother, Elder Francine. I… I was attacked three years ago by wolves from the rival pack. A woman saved me before I lost consciousness.”

A woman. My wolf whimpered at the edge of my mind, sensing what my heart refused to.

He turned to me then, his gaze softening slightly. “You saved me too, Melissa. I owe you my life. But I can’t stay here anymore. I have a duty. My pack needs me.”

I swallowed hard. “And me?”

He hesitated. “You and your mother will come with me. You’ll be safe there.”

I should have known that safe didn’t mean belonging.

The Redmoon Pack mansion was enormous, almost suffocatingly so. Wolves roamed the halls in fine clothes, servants bowed when Cyrus passed, and every corner smelled of dominance, power, and wealth. My mother and I, two omegas who had lived in a small bungalow surrounded by pine trees, were out of place from the moment we arrived.

I remember how the pack members looked at me. Like I was filth clinging to their Alpha’s boots. The whispers never stopped.

“An omega? He brought her here?”

“She must have tricked him when he was injured.”

“I heard her mother was a mere omega too.”

I tried to ignore them. I told myself that once they saw how much Cyrus and I loved each other, they’d understand. But Cyrus… he was changing too.

Every day, more of the Alpha returned, and less of the man who used to hold me close at night.

And then she came. Alicia.

The moment I saw her, I understood everything. She was beautiful in a way that made my stomach twist, long hair, bright eyes that shimmered like morning light, and a confidence that only highborn wolves carried. The first time she saw Cyrus, she ran into his arms, tears streaming down her face.

“You remember me,” she said, clutching him tightly.

Cyrus smiled, a real, warm smile I hadn’t seen in weeks. “Of course. You’re the woman who saved me.”

And just like that, I ceased to exist in the room.

Since then, Cyrus gave her everything. Gifts. Time. Attention. When she walked in, he forgot I was even there. And though I tried to keep quiet, my wolf howled in my chest, begging me to fight. But how could I fight the woman who saved his life?

When Alicia claimed she wasn’t feeling well, Cyrus grew frantic. “She risked her life for me, Melissa,” he told me, voice hard and commanding. “You’ll look after her personally. She’s under my protection, and now under yours. Do I make myself clear?”

I nodded. “Yes, Alpha.”

He handed me a list, an actual list written in his own hand. No spicy food. No late-night tea. She’s sensitive to certain herbs. Keep her warm at all times.

I bit back my pride and did everything he said.

For days, I attended to her needs, fetching her soup, folding her blankets, listening to her fake coughs and dramatic sighs.

Alicia had demanded soup. “Hot,” she said, her tone sharp as a whip. “Not lukewarm like last time. The Alpha said I need warmth.”

I cooked it myself, careful with every ingredient, afraid of giving her a single reason to complain. When I brought it up to her room, she was sitting by the fire, wrapped in furs like a queen.

“I brought your soup, Miss Alicia,” I said quietly.

She turned, eyes gleaming with malice. “About time.”

I placed the bowl on her bedside table, but as I turned to leave, she suddenly gasped—too loud, too dramatic—and knocked the bowl over, spilling it across her lap.

She screamed as if I’d poured boiling oil on her.

“Alpha Cyrus!” she cried out. “She burned me! Melissa burned me!”

My heart stopped. “No! I didn’t! Alicia, that’s not what happened!” I reached out to help, but she shoved me away, clutching her leg in mock pain.

The door burst open. Cyrus stood there, his aura flaring with rage, his wolf close to the surface. “What happened here?”

Alicia pointed at me, tears streaking her perfect face. “She did it! She poured it on me on purpose!”

“That’s not true!” I said desperately. “She—she spilled it herself—”

“Silence!” His roar shook the walls. My wolf whimpered. I fell to my knees, trembling.

Cyrus’s eyes glowed bright silver, his dominance heavy like chains around my throat. “I told you to take care of her, Melissa. And this is what you do?”

“Cyrus, please,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “You have to believe me. I would never—”

“Enough.” He turned to the guards. “Lock her in the north chamber. I’ll deal with her in the morning.”

I couldn’t breathe. “Alpha—”

But his back was already turned to me.

They dragged me away, my wrists bruising beneath their grip. The north chamber was cold, the scent of mildew thick in the air. I heard the lock click, and then silence.

I sat in the dark for hours, sobbing, my wolf pressing against my skin, desperate to escape.

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The same night that I was locked in the north chamber, my mother died. They said she accidentally slipped down the stairs.

“No…” My voice broke. “No, no, no…”

I cradled her body, sobbing into her cold skin. My wolf howled, the sound raw and hollow.

That night, something inside me died with her. The girl who once believed in love, in the Alpha who promised forever, was gone.

From that night on, I swore to the Moon Goddess—I would never bow to the Redmoon Pack again.

Melissa’s POV

The sky wept the day my mother was buried.

The rain fell steady and cold, soaking through my thin black dress, plastering my hair to my face. The forest that once sang with our laughter was silent now, only the sound of shovels and thunder filling the air.

Her grave was small, humble, just a mound of earth beneath the old cedar tree where she used to sit and brew herbs. I knelt before it, my hands trembling as I placed her favorite wildflowers over the fresh soil. My wolf whimpered softly inside me, grieving with me.

“Sleep well, Mama,” I whispered. “I’ll be fine.”

But that was a lie. Because I wasn’t fine. Because the man I had loved more than anything in this world didn’t even come to her funeral.

Cyrus didn’t come. Not the Alpha I risked everything for. Not the man I once called my future, who promised me the moon and stars beneath our little bungalow roof.

The pack members said he was “busy.” But deep down, I knew the truth. He wasn’t busy. He just didn’t care.

When the rain finally stopped and everyone else had gone, I stayed behind until the sun began to set.

I didn’t know then how deep betrayal could cut—until that night.

I went back to the Redmoon Packhouse because a part of me still hoped he’d explain. That there was a reason. That maybe, just maybe, he’d still hold me and say he was sorry.

Our room, the one Cyrus and I used to share, was at the end of the east wing. I climbed the stairs quietly, each step heavier than the last. The closer I got, the stronger his scent became—fresh pine and smoke, the scent that used to calm me, that used to mean home.

But that night, it smelled like betrayal.

The door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open slowly, careful not to make a sound. The moonlight streamed in through the open window, casting soft silver light across the bed.

And there they were. Cyrus and Alicia.

Under the same sheets I once slept in. In the same bed where we used to whisper dreams.

Her body arched beneath him, her moans filling the room like the sound of everything I had lost. Cyrus’s voice—deep, raw—murmured words I couldn’t bear to hear.

For a moment, I couldn’t move. My heart stopped. My legs went weak. I pressed a hand to my mouth to stop myself from screaming. My wolf howled inside me, broken and enraged, begging to tear the room apart, to shred them both.

I turned to leave, but then Alicia spoke.

“Cyrus,” she whispered, her voice trembling between breaths. “What if… what if Melissa finds out I was the one who—”

Cyrus groaned softly, brushing her hair from her face. “Shh. Don’t say it.”

“But… what if she finds out that I accidentally killed her mother?”

The room spun. My breath caught in my throat.

Cyrus’s answer came low and firm. “Don’t worry. She won’t know. I’ll make sure of that.”

My heart stopped beating. My knees buckled, and I gripped the doorframe for support.

Accidentally killed her mother.

The words echoed in my skull, sharper than any blade.

I bit my lip until I tasted blood, fighting back the sob that clawed its way up my throat. Every nerve in my body burned. I wanted to storm in, to scream, to make him see what he had done—but I couldn’t.

Because in that moment, I realized the truth.

The man I loved had not only abandoned me. He had protected my mother’s killer.

And worse—he had helped hide it.

The next few weeks passed in a blur. Elder Francine’s birthday banquet came like a cruel reminder that I was still trapped in their world. I should have left after my mother’s death, but I couldn’t—not yet. Not when I still needed to know how deep their lies ran.

The banquet hall glittered with gold and laughter. Wolves dressed in silk and velvet filled the room, raising their glasses in toast to the woman who had taken everything from me. I stood among them, my plain black dress marking me as the outcast I’d always been.

“Melissa!” one of the pack females called out, waving her hand as if summoning a servant. “Be a dear and fetch more wine for our table, will you?”

I froze. Her tone was sweet, but her eyes glinted with malice.

Before I could respond, another one chimed in, smirking. “Oh, and bring some of those tarts too. Quickly now, omega.”

Laughter followed. I felt the burn of humiliation rise in my chest. My wolf growled faintly, but I forced her down. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me break.

And then I saw him.

Cyrus stood across the room, dressed in a dark suit, his arm around Alicia’s waist. She wore silver silk that clung to her like a second skin, a smug smile on her lips.

Our eyes met for a brief second. His gaze faltered, just for a heartbeat, but he didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He just looked away.

That was when I knew he wasn’t my Cyrus anymore. That the man I had saved, loved, and bled for was gone.

I walked toward the buffet table, my hands steady even though my heart was in pieces. Every laugh, every insult from the pack members became fuel for the fire burning inside me.

I lifted my gaze once more, and my eyes met Cyrus’s from across the room.

He didn’t know it yet, but the moment he let me walk away that night… was the moment he created his own downfall.

Melissa’s POV

The week after the banquet felt like walking through a storm I couldn’t see my way out of. Every breath, every step, every sound in the packhouse was a reminder of everything I’d lost—my mother, my dignity, and the man I once believed was my destiny.

But there was one thing I hadn’t lost yet. My will.

When I found the truth, the evidence that proved Alicia’s hands were stained with my mother’s blood, I thought justice, at last, would find me. I thought the Moon Goddess had seen my pain and decided it was time to let the truth come to light.

I was wrong.

I filed the case myself, hands trembling as I signed the papers. But I never expected who would stand against me in court.

The Redmoon Courtroom was filled with wolves that day—pack members, elders, and outsiders who came to witness the scandal unfold. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on. I stood at the plaintiff’s side, my pulse drumming in my ears.

And then, the door opened. Cyrus walked in.

He was dressed in an immaculate black suit, his Alpha mark glowing faintly beneath his collar. His presence commanded silence. Every wolf in the room lowered their gaze out of instinct. My heart sank when I saw where he stood.

Across from me. Beside Alicia.

She sat there, pretending to look fragile and frightened, her hand clasped in his.

“Alpha Cyrus Redmoon will be representing Miss Alicia,” the judge announced.

My stomach twisted. “You’re… you’re defending her?”

He looked at me then, his eyes cold and distant. “I am.”

“Cyrus, she killed my mother—”

“Enough,” he snapped, his Alpha voice echoing through the room. My wolf whimpered inside me. “You’ve said enough, Melissa. You think you can waltz in here with forged evidence and destroy someone’s life? You’ve gone too far.”

My hands trembled. “Forged evidence? How can you even say that?”

He stepped closer, his scent, a mix of cedar and storm, so familiar yet suffocating now. “You’ve changed, Melissa. You used to be kind. Now all I see is bitterness. You’re clinging to lies to justify your anger.”

I wanted to scream, to reach across the table and shake him, to make him remember what he once said, that he’d always protect me, that my mother was like family to him. But those words meant nothing to the man standing in front of me now.

He was no longer my Cyrus. And I was nothing but an enemy.

The trial dragged on for hours. Every time I presented a piece of evidence, Cyrus countered it flawlessly.

“This fabric sample?” He held it up between his fingers. “Could belong to anyone. You’re reaching, Melissa.”

By the time the hearing ended, the air around me felt crushed and empty.

Alicia smirked, tears of fake relief glistening in her eyes as Cyrus wrapped an arm around her shoulders. The spectators murmured, some sneering in my direction. I stood frozen, my throat dry, my heart aching.

As they walked past me, I whispered, “You’ll regret this, Alpha.”

He paused for a moment but didn’t turn around. “No, Melissa. You will.”

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That night, the Redmoon Pack held a grand auction in the main hall, an event Elder Francine hosted every year for charity.

The hall was filled with wolves in fine clothes and false smiles. I stood near the back, unnoticed, my mind still replaying the courtroom scene over and over like a wound that refused to close.

And then I saw it.

Lot #27. The auctioneer held it up carefully, the light catching on the smooth green surface.

A jade bracelet.

My breath caught in my throat. My mother’s bracelet.

The one she never took off. The one that was supposed to have been placed beside her urn.

I pushed forward through the crowd, ignoring the whispers. “Where did you get that?” I demanded, my voice shaking. “That’s mine. It belonged to my mother!”

The auctioneer blinked at me, startled. “Miss, please, we can’t—”

But then Cyrus’s voice cut through the noise. “Melissa.”

He stood near the front with Alicia beside him, a glass of wine in his hand. His expression was unreadable.

“Tell them it’s my mother’s bracelet,” I said, my voice cracking. “You’ve seen her wear it before, Alpha. Please.”

He frowned slightly, as though I were a stranger rambling nonsense. “It’s just a bracelet, Melissa. Don’t make a scene.”

“Just a—” My breath hitched. “It’s all I have left of her!”

He didn’t respond. His gaze had already shifted to Alicia, who was admiring the bracelet with a smile.

“I like it,” Alicia said softly, her fingers brushing the jade. “It’s so pretty.”

Cyrus’s lips curved. “Then it’s yours.”

He raised his hand, bidding an amount that silenced the entire hall. The bracelet was his. No—hers.

The crowd applauded. I stood frozen, tears stinging my eyes.

Alicia turned to me, feigning innocence. “Oh, I didn’t mean to take something important, Melissa. I just… liked it.”

Then, as she slipped it onto her wrist, the fragile jade cracked.

The sharp sound echoed through the hall, followed by a soft laugh from someone in the crowd. Alicia gasped, pretending to look horrified. “Oh no… I didn’t mean to—”

Before anyone could stop her, she let the broken bracelet fall to the marble floor. The jade split into two perfect halves, rolling to my feet.

Cyrus sighed. “It’s fine, Alicia. It’s old. It was bound to break eventually.”

My heart clenched. I knelt slowly, my shaking hands gathering the pieces. The coolness of the stone burned my palms. My wolf whimpered inside me, mourning the final shred of my mother that had been destroyed before my eyes.

Alicia’s laughter, soft, cruel, rippled through the hall as she turned back to Cyrus. “You’ll get me another, won’t you?”

“Of course,” he murmured.

Their words blurred as I clutched the broken bracelet against my chest. My tears fell silently onto the jade, streaking across its smooth surface.