The Luna He Sacrificed

Freya’s knees hit the cold stone floor hard enough to bruise.

Nobody cared.

The entire pack hall was silent except for the rain hammering against the high windows and the sound of whispers moving through the crowd like snakes.

“She really did it?”

“I heard three wolves died.”

“Alpha Logan trusted her for years…”

Freya looked up sharply. “I didn’t poison anyone.”

Her voice cracked halfway through.

No one answered.

At the center of the hall, Logan sat on the Alpha throne in black ceremonial clothing, one hand resting against the armrest while the elders stood behind him.

He wouldn’t even look at her.

That hurt more than the chains around her wrists.

“Logan,” she whispered. “Please.”

The guard behind her shoved her shoulder. “Address him properly.”

Freya almost laughed at that.

Properly?

After everything?

After sharing his bed for three years?

After waking up beside him every morning?

After planning the future of this pack together?

Still, she swallowed the bitterness.

“Alpha Logan,” she corrected softly. “You stay with me. You can prove that I didn’t kill our pack members.”

Finally, he looked at her.

Cold. Controlled. Unreadable.

Not her Logan.

Not the man who once kissed her forehead and promised:

You’ll always be safe with me.

“The evidence says otherwise,” he said flatly.

Freya stared at him in disbelief. “Evidence?”

An elder stepped forward and threw a silver flask onto the floor in front of her.

“The poison was found in your chambers.”

“I’ve never seen that before.”

“The servant testified against you.”

“She’s lying!”

More whispers spread across the room.

Freya’s heartbeat became uneven.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Someone had planned this.

She turned back to Logan desperately. “You can smell lies. You’re an Alpha. Look at me and tell me you believe I’d do this.”

For a second—

just one second—

his jaw tightened.

Freya saw it.

Saw the hesitation.

Hope exploded painfully inside her chest.

But then a woman’s voice broke through the room.

“She’s manipulating you again.”

Freya turned sharply.

Selena.

The Beta’s daughter walked slowly toward the throne dressed in white, looking almost fragile beneath the torchlight.

Freya hated how innocent she looked.

Selena lowered her eyes sadly. “Three wolves are dead, Logan.”

Logan.

Not Alpha Logan.

Just Logan.

Freya noticed that immediately.

“So now you’re standing beside her?” Freya asked quietly.

Selena looked wounded. “Freya—”

“Stop pretending.”

“Enough,” Logan said sharply.

The entire hall went silent again.

Freya looked back at him.

“You used to know me.”

His expression didn’t change.

“That was before innocent people died.”

Her chest tightened so badly she could barely breathe.

“No.” She shook her head quickly. “No, you know that. Someone set me up.”

“And who would do that?” an elder demanded.

Freya opened her mouth—

then froze.

Because she didn’t know.

That was the terrifying part.

Someone inside the pack hated her enough to destroy her completely.

Logan rose from the throne slowly.

Every wolf in the room lowered their heads immediately.

Freya’s breath