Luna Leaves Her Alpha

"Dear Mrs. Franklin, it wasn't your fault that young Luke ate those toxic berries back then. It was because of Miss Maeve..."

“What?” It felt like I was being crushed under a massive weight, unable to move.

It was supposed to be a routine morning. As usual, my Alpha partner, who had been shirking his duties as leader for quite some time, urged me through our mental connection to go to the tribal headquarters to handle both internal and external affairs for him.

Instead, I found Richard’s secretary, Alaina, collapsed at the entrance. I quickly called the doctor to help and take her to the clinic.

When she woke up, tears in her eyes, she confessed a truth that made my entire body tremble. She couldn’t look me in the eye as I stood there, feeling pale and frozen.

"At that time, Miss Maeve brought a snack over, saying it was for Master Luke. We never imagined... there was poison in it..."

I stared at her, feeling as if I’d been thrown into a blizzard, my hands and feet icy cold, my chest tightening painfully.

Five years ago—I had taken Luke to the training ground, planning to leave briefly to take care of some affairs. I never expected him to mistakenly eat those poisonous berries while I was away.

I'll never forget the sight of my son lying in bed, his face terrifyingly pale, purple blotches spreading from his neck to his arm, nearly reaching his heart, his entire body convulsing, calling out to me in a haze.

And where was Richard? I reached out to him through our mental connection countless times, but there was no response—because he was wrapped up with Maeve.

While my child was fighting for his life.

For years, I blamed myself for the incident and couldn’t fend off the tribe’s upper leadership who wanted to take Luke away from me. My guilt left me powerless.

But from the start, it had been Maeve’s scheme...

Struggling through the tribe’s affairs, leaning against the wall, I tried contacting Richard to confront him about whether he knew anything about that incident.

He completely ignored my mental connection. As I stormed to his room to confront him, Maeve’s voice suddenly emerged from inside.

“She’s doing it on purpose, knowing full well we’re together, yet she sends people to disturb our lovely morning.” Maeve complained loudly.

Not just voices, but the sound of the bed creaking echoed—each sound a cruel jab to my ears.

“Don’t be upset, darling; nobody will bother us again.” And my partner, my Alpha, Richard, spoke reassuringly, his voice sweet and soothing, filled with the tenderness that once captured me.

“Oh, Rick, honey, why don’t you break the bond with her? Do you... still love her?”

“Ha, what a joke. I’ve been over her for a long time. That rosemary scent she carries makes me want to gag. You are my only happiness.”

I sat against the wall, knees drawn up, eyes shut, feeling my