Zariyah’s POV

"IMPORTANT MEETING TONIGHT. I'LL BE LATE."

The ache in my chest had become a constant companion, but today, it felt unbearable. Trevor's distance had grown into a chasm, and every attempt I made to reach him was met with cold indifference. I have tried to mindlink him to contact him. But he's not letting me communicate with him. Last night, he sent me a short message:

"Don't wait for me. You can sleep now."

I should have gotten familiar to it by now—his excuses and absence—but I hadn't. Something about this one seemed off, empty. My intuition told me that there was more to the tale.

Desperate for an explanation, I contacted Karl, Trevor's beta and secretary. His voice was reluctant when he spoke, but I prodded him for the truth.

"Luna," he said, his tone careful and considerate, "Alpha left the office at six. He said he was meeting Marina."

The words were a dagger to my heart. Marina again. The name felt like poison on my tongue. I cleared my throat and responded to him, "O-Okay... T-Thank you, Karl..."

I thanked Karl, despite my trembling voice, and hung up. The previously fractured bits of my heart had now fully shattered. How could he accomplish this? How could he continue to choose her?

I wrapped my arms around my belly, seeking solace in the life growing inside me. "It’s okay," I whispered, though the words were more for me than my pup. "I’ll take care of us."

I thought that that was all, but it became worse. I sent a text message to Trevor, encouraging him to join me in the clinic for the check-up of our baby. I have waited for hours for his reply. But when I got it, I instantly regretted sending him a message. He just sent me a call text that broke my heart.

"I have an important matter to attend to. You can ask your mom to come with you for now."

That was his only reply. Does he even care about me and his child?

The pain was too much to bear alone. I needed someone to lean on, someone who cared. My fingers hovered over my phone before I dialed my mother’s number.

"Zariyah?" she answered, her voice immediately laced with concern.

"Mom," I said, my voice breaking, "Can you come with me to my appointment tomorrow? Trevor… He won’t be there."

"Of course, sweetheart," she replied without hesitation. "I’ll be there for you. Always."

Her warmth and support were the balm I needed, even if it couldn’t heal the wound.

"Thank you, mom."

•••

The next morning, my mother held my hand as we entered the Redstone Pack’s clinic. The doctor greeted us warmly, but the absence of my mate hung heavy in the room. He had sent a curt message: “Can’t make it. Busy.”

Busy. That word felt like a slap. Was he too busy to care about our pup? Too busy to show even the slightest bit of interest in the life we had created together?

The physician's tone was compassionate as she reviewed the data, reassuring me that the infant was well. Despite my desire to experience pleasure, I was overwhelmed by the burden of Trevor's absence.

When the appointment was over, my mom hugged me tightly. "You’re strong, Zariyah," she said. "You’ll get through this."

I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I believed her.

As we went out of the clinic, I was taken aback by what I saw. Trevor and Marina stood across the street together. She was sprawled over him, arms over his neck, and he did not push her away. Instead, he embraced her as if she were the center of his universe.

Time seemed to stand still as I observed them. My heart twisted horribly, and my wolf howled mournfully inside me.

“Enough,” she growled, her voice trembling with both sorrow and anger. “W-We deserve better than this.”

I turned away, my vision blurred by tears. My mother followed silently, her hand on my shoulder as if sensing the storm inside me.

That night, I sat alone in our chamber, staring at the empty side of the bed that Trevor should have occupied. My mind raced, replaying every moment, every betrayal, until one thought solidified in my mind: I couldn’t do this anymore.

Reaching for my phone, I dialed Elder Tommy’s number. He was one of the oldest and most respected members of the Redstone Pack, known for his wisdom and fairness.

"Luna Zariyah," he greeted after a few rings, his voice calm and steady.

"Elder," I began, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I need your help."

"Of course," he said. "How can I help you?"

I hesitated for a moment, then said words that would change everything. "I want the bond between Trevor and me broken."

There was silence on the other end, then a deep sigh. "W-What? Do you even know what you are saying, Luna?"

"I am," I replied, my voice firmer than I expected. "I want this misery to end. Being with him is a mistake..."

Elder Tommy’s tone was somber. "Very well. I will arrange a time for the ritual. But Zariyah, breaking a mate bond is not only painful but it is also permanent."

"I understand," I said softly. "And I’m ready."

As our conversation almost concluded, I felt a peculiar sensation of serenity sweeping over me. The anguish was still there, intense and raw, but below it was something new: a final decision.

I refused to let Trevor's treachery define me. I refused to let his negligence break me. For my puppy and for myself, I would fight for a fresh start.

Before I ended the call, I said important words to him with finality in my tone.

“Please arrange the breaking of my bond with Alpha Trever. Make it as soon as possible.”

Zariyah's POV

I DON'T HAVE MORE REASONS TO STAY.

My mother's embrace left me feeling warm long after she had departed. My mom had always been my anchor, the constant force that kept me together when my world threatened to disintegrate. Her presence the day before had provided relief to my wounded heart.

“You’re stronger than you realize,” she’d said, her eyes filled with pride as she caressed my cheek. “This baby is lucky to have you.”

“I don't know if I still can stay here, mom,” I cried.

She caressed my face. “You're a Luna. Show them how strong you are.”

Her words echoed in my thoughts as I watched her go, returning to her pack and promising to return a week before my due date. For a brief time, I felt lighter, as if her belief in me had sparked a glimmer of hope.

The following morning, I dressed carefully, putting on a soft, flowing gown that highlighted my growing tummy. Today was a special day—a Redstone Pack custom.

When the Luna is pregnant, she usually hosts a meeting of the pack's ladies. It was supposed to be a celebration, a time of togetherness, but I couldn't get rid of the dread in my chest.The next morning, I dressed carefully, donning a soft, flowing gown that framed my growing belly. Today was an important day—a tradition in the Redstone Pack.

“Greetings to the Luna.”

When the Luna is expecting, it is customary to host a gathering with the women of the pack. It was meant to be a celebration, a moment of unity, but I couldn’t shake the unease in my chest.

Beautiful flowers and delicate lighting adorned the little venue. The ladies came in groups, congratulating one other and sharing their maternity experiences. Despite my lack of grace, I tried my best to seem kind by smiling and nodding.

Then, Marina arrived.

“Greetings, Luna Zariyah.”

She walked in, her demeanour as confident as ever, and the room appeared to quiet. She welcomed the other ladies with confidence, wearing a tight outfit that highlighted her form. In my head, my wolf let out a low growl, reminding me of the tension that had been building between us for months.

Marina made her way to me, her smile as sweet as poison. “Luna,” she said, her tone dripping with false sincerity. “Congratulations. How wonderful it must be to have the pack celebrate you.”

I straightened my posture, refusing to let her see the pain she caused. “It is,” I replied coolly. “After all, I am the Luna, the rightful mate of our Alpha.”

Her smile faltered, and I saw a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. “Of course,” she said, her voice tight. “Though I wonder how you manage with him being so… busy.”

The jab hit its mark, but I refused to let her win. “Trevor may be busy,” I said, my voice firm, “but that doesn’t change who I am. I am his wife, his mate, and the Luna of this pack. That will never change, no matter how much you wish it would.”

The tension in the room was palpable as the other women shifted uncomfortably. Marina’s expression hardened, and I knew she was about to lash out.

“You think you're untouchable, don't you?” she hissed, stepping closer.

I smiled sweetly. “Well, that's what you will feel if you are a Luna...”

I looked at her from head to toe. My eyes were stuck to her growing tummy.

I smirked and added, “Something you will never feel.”

I can see how she suddenly turned red because of the embarrassment. The other women of the pack started to make noises and murmuring.

She gritted her teeth and said. “Well, being Luna is all you got. I bet the Alpha wouldn't even dare to glance at you—”

The small venue completely went silent as they witnessed me slapping Marina.

Tears pooled in Marina's eyes. “Y-You...”

“You're disrespectful to your Luna!” I yelled at her.

But before she could say more, Trevor walked in.

His piercing eyes darted between us, commanding the room. Marina's attitude changed abruptly. She covered her face as if she were about to cry, and her lips quivered.

“Trevor,” she said, her voice quivering, “I didn’t mean to upset her. I was only trying to be kind, but she…” Her voice broke, and she sobbed softly.

I felt like I was struck in the chest by the treachery. Marina was an expert manipulator, and Trevor was duped by her as usual.

“Zariyah,” he replied firmly, irritation in his voice. "What's happening here?"

My pulse was racing with rage as I stared at him. "How about you ask her?" Unable to control my resentment, I lost my temper and snapped.

Marina flashed her crocodile's tears to Trevor. “Alpha Trevor, believe me. I will never dare to hurt or disrespect the Luna.”

Trevor coldly looked at me.

“How dare you slap her? She’s crying because of you,” he said, his tone cold. “Apologize to her.”

The demand was a slap in the face. “You want me to apologize?” I said, my voice rising. “To her? After everything she’s done?”

“Zariyah,” he warned, his eyes narrowing.

I firmly answered, “No, Trevor,” and moved in closer.

“Zariyah! Stop being immature!” he spat.

“No, you stop! I'm tired of going out of my way to please you when you consistently betray me. Your mate is me. I am carrying your kid. But, you consistently choose her. You are not worthy of my apologies!”

The tension was so intense that a knife could pierce the room's silence. Despite clenching his jaw, Trevor remained silent.

With my heart pounding and tears on the verge of spilling, I turned and walked out of the hall.

“Zariyah! Come back here.”

I shook my head.

No, I am done. He just gave me more reasons to leave.

Zariyah's POV

“HE'S NOT THE ALPHA I USED TO LOVE.”

That was my wolf said to me. Yes, he is not the same anymore. My steps were solid but heavy with the weight of my choice as I left the pack house, the freezing night air biting my skin.

I discovered clarity in the breaking of my heart, which was no longer conflicted. I had given Trevor and us everything, but today I saw that nothing I did would ever be sufficient.

“Let's leave as soon as possible,” my wolf said.

I nodded. “Yes.”

The image of him holding Marina, his eyes filled with a tenderness he hadn’t shown me in months, was burned into my mind. It wasn’t just the betrayal—it was the realization that I had been fighting alone, clinging to a bond he had already let go of.

When I reached the mansion, I didn’t hesitate. I went straight to our room, the one that had once been my sanctuary but now felt like a hollow shell.

“This is for the better, Zariyah. We don't deserve this. Let's leave him...” my wolf said.

I sighed deeply. “I really do love him. But you are right.”

I took out a bag and started packing, folding my things with shaking hands. I couldn't stop, even though everything I put in the bag felt like a piece of my heart was shattering.

As I zipped up the bag, my hand instinctively went to my swollen belly. “It’s just you and me now,” I whispered, my voice quivering. “We’re going to be okay.”

I sank onto the edge of the bed, my hand gently tracing circles over my tummy. My baby kicked lightly in response, as if to reassure me.

Almost nine months pregnant. But here we are...

“Everything will be alright.”

A tear slid down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away. This wasn’t the life I had envisioned for us, but I would do everything in my power to make sure my child was loved and cared for.

Elder Tommy’s home was quiet when I arrived, the warm glow of candlelight spilling through the windows. I knocked softly, and within moments, the door creaked open.

“Luna Zariyah,” Elder Tommy greeted, his wise eyes scanning my face. “I had a feeling you’d come tonight.”

“Please,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging within me. “I need the papers to break our bond. I can’t stay tied to him any longer.”

He studied me for a moment, then nodded solemnly. “Come in.”

The ritual to sever a mate bond was rare and irreversible. It wasn’t a decision I had made lightly, but as Elder Tommy explained the process, I felt no doubt. The love I had for Trevor would always remain, but it wasn’t enough to endure the pain of his neglect and betrayal.

When the papers were in my hands, I hesitated for only a moment before signing them. Each stroke of the pen felt like a wound, but also like a release.

“It will take effect immediately as soon as the Alpha signs it,” Elder Tommy said gently. “You’ll feel the bond break. It will hurt, but it will also free you.”

I nodded as I walked out of his house, holding the documents carefully. Even though the agony in my chest was excruciating, I told myself it would only last a little while.

The silence was haunting me back at home. The house where I had once dreamed of a happy family seemed chilly and empty.

I smiled bitterly at myself. “I guess, this is a goodbye.”

I sat at our room's desk and gazed at a blank sheet of paper. I knew I had to keep things simple, but there was so much I wanted to say to Trevor and so much I wanted him to understand.

I folded the letter carefully and left it on the desk where I knew he would see it. With a final glance around the room, I picked up my bag and walked out.

Dearest Trevor,

I love you. I have always loved you, and I always will. But love isn’t enough when it’s one-sided. I’ve fought for us, for our bond, for our family. But tonight, I realized that I can’t fight alone anymore. I deserve more, and so does our child.

I’m letting you go. I hope one day you’ll find happiness, even if it’s not with me.

Goodbye, Trevor. My dearest alpha.

Your Neglected Luna,

Zariyah

I grabbed my suitcase and went to the airport. I turned off my phone before the plane took off.

It's over now. It's time for me to leave and say goodbye. And this time... There's no turning back.