The Luna Who Refused to Kneel

I gave him three years of my life, only to be treated as nothing more than a substitute—worse than a dog.

When his so-called white moonlight returned, he kicked me aside without hesitation.

Fine. I agreed to the family alliance and married the most powerful Alpha of the North.

Now he regrets it, begging me to return? Too late.

They plotted against me with wolfsbane, wanting me to die in a filthy wine cellar.

But my Mate—the true King of the North—tore the entire estate apart just to save me.

They tried to steal my Alpha bloodline with dark sorcery.

I made them taste exile, cast out as Rogues, despised by all.

And him? He knelt before me, begging for forgiveness.

I leaned safely in my Mate’s arms and watched him be banished forever.

“Ansel,” I told him coldly,

“open your eyes. I am the one and only Luna of the North.”

He called me a dog. I will erase every trace of myself from this so-called ‘home’—and leave him for good!

I hung up the phone with my father.

The bathroom was silent, except for the dripping faucet. Each drop hit the porcelain sink with a dull echo, like a monotonous reminder of my humiliation. The girl in the mirror looked pale, her hair sticking in messy strands to her damp cheeks.

Ansel had called me his… dog.

The word exploded in my skull. A sharp, unbearable buzzing filled my head, spreading through my veins until it coiled tightly around my heart. My stomach lurched violently, but nothing came up—only bitter bile burned the back of my throat.

On the phone, my father’s voice had been calm, almost satisfied. He said the Walker Pack in the North was a strong and strategic choice. My future husband—a man I’d never even met—was known as a ruthless Alpha. Respected, feared, but fair. Most importantly, he had no scandals trailing behind him. He was, in every sense, a powerful leader.

At least, I thought bitterly, he would never hold me in bed while linking his mind to someone else just to tell them I was nothing more than a plaything—a dog meant to please him.

My wolf, Lilith, growled inside me, her voice trembling with rage and hurt.

“That filthy bastard! How dare he treat us this way? I’ll tear his throat out! His stench makes me sick!”

“Lilith, we’ll leave him,” I whispered back to her, though my throat was raw. “And when we do, he’ll pay. He’ll learn that I am no one’s dog.”

Yes, I had loved Ansel once—before I saw the monster beneath his mask. He dared to insult me, to treat me as someone else’s replacement. He should be prepared for my revenge. For betraying all the love I gave him, he deserved to lose everything.

I staggered out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom we once shared. The air still carried the scent of our recent intimacy, mixed with his cedar pheromones. That suffocating