After My Husband Lied, My Luna Awakened

I hummed softly as I stirred the pasta sauce, adding a pinch of oregano the way Noah liked it. The small kitchen in his apartment filled with the rich aroma of tomatoes and herbs. Outside the window, the Colorado mountains were bathed in the golden light of sunset, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Three years in this small town, and I still hadn't tired of the view.

"Almost ready," I called out, though I knew Noah was in his study, probably handling pack business. He'd been especially busy lately with his cousin Lily's treatments. Poor thing. The rare wolf disease affecting her was draining not only emotionally but financially. I'd given nearly all my teacher's salary to help with the medical bills, but it was worth it. Noah had been so grateful, so loving.

I reached for the salt when suddenly, a voice that wasn't mine echoed in my head.

"—can't believe how much money that fake wolf disease story is costing us. But the naive country teacher keeps paying up."

I froze, the salt shaker suspended in mid-air. That was Victoria's voice—a woman Noah had introduced as an old pack friend visiting from Europe.

"She's just so easy to manipulate." Noah's voice now, clear as day through an unguarded mind-link. "One sad story about my 'cousin' and those big doe eyes of hers fill with tears. Pathetic, really. A weak aura like hers would never survive in a real pack."

Victoria's laughter sliced through me. "And she actually pawned that silver pendant for us? The one you said was from her family?"

"Yeah, the one she never shuts up about. Some gift from her precious Alpha Ethan." Noah's mental voice dripped with mockery. "She thinks I'm going to propose soon. As if I'd ever mate with a wolfless charity case."

The salt shaker slipped from my fingers, crashing to the floor. Ceramic shards scattered across the tile like the pieces of my heart. Three years. Three years of love, sacrifice, and devotion—all a lie.

My wolf, dormant for so long, stirred weakly within me. *Betrayed*, she whimpered.

I stood frozen, my mind racing to process the revelation. Cousin Lily wasn't Noah's cousin at all. The wolf disease was fabricated. Victoria wasn't just a friend. And I—I was nothing but a joke to them, a naive country teacher with a weak aura they'd been exploiting.

The study door swung open, and Noah appeared, his handsome face shifting from relaxed to concerned when he saw me standing motionless in the kitchen.

"Liv? Everything okay?" He approached, reaching for me, but I stepped back.

"The mind-link," I whispered, my voice trembling. "You left it open."

His eyes widened momentarily before his features smoothed into practiced innocence. "What are you talking about, sweetheart?"

"Don't." The word came out sharper than I'd ever spoken to him. "I heard you. I heard Victoria. About the fake disease, about me being easy to manipulate. About my pendant."

Noah's facade cracked for just