Three Days to Goodbye

My name is Emma Hayes, and I’m the Luna no one knows exists.

My mate, Alpha David Hayes, marked me only to protect his reputation—

not because he loved me.

He believed I trapped him with pheromones under the full moon.

He believed I forced him to mate with me.

And when I got pregnant, he hid me from the entire pack.

No one knows I’m his wife. No one knows I gave birth to his heir.

When our son, Joseph, was born, David looked at him once—then turned away.

“Let’s hope he’s nothing like his mother,” he said coldly.

Since that day, I stopped hoping.

…Until last night.

David came home drunk from seeing her—his first love, Sophia Sinclair.

And for the first time ever, he picked up our son and held him close.

“Mom,” Joseph whispered, eyes shining, “does that mean he loves me now?”

I smiled through my tears.

His mate has returned. His Luna is no longer needed.

The healer says I have three days left to live.

Before I die, I’ll take my son somewhere he’ll be loved—

and by the time David realizes we’re gone,

it’ll already be too late.

Joseph went back to his room to play, and I unfolded the bond-breaking agreement.

Five years of being bound to David Hayes, the Alpha of the Blazetooth Pack.

Five years of living apart like strangers.

Tonight, I was finally ready to let go.

Just then, the door creaked open. Joseph padded in, clutching a small soccer ball.

“Mom, are we really leaving the pack?”

He wrapped his little arms around me, his voice muffled against my chest.

“Mom… David just kissed me on the cheek. I think he likes me.”

His innocent eyes lifted to mine—so full of hope that it broke something inside me.

I froze, remembering the truth: David had never once allowed Joseph to call him Dad.

When Joseph was three, he’d run up to him after a hunting trip, giggling.

“Dad, you’re amazing! I wanna be just like you when I grow up!”

The soldiers laughed softly.

David didn’t.

His expression darkened. “Who’s your dad? Don’t ever say that again.”

That night, he ignored our son’s tears completely.

When Joseph was four, he’d bragged to the other pups, “The Alpha is my dad!”

David found out. His face turned to stone. He didn’t yell—

he just stopped talking to Joseph for an entire month.

After that, the laughter in our home vanished.

Joseph learned to walk on tiptoe around his own father, afraid to breathe too loudly.

He started calling him “David.”

Now, holding my son close, I whispered, “Joseph, your dad’s mate has come back. We have to go.”

His eyes flickered with confusion. “But Mom… this ball—David gave it to me.

If he doesn’t like me, why would he give me a gift?”

He asked so earnestly that my throat tightened.

How could I tell him that David’s smile tonight wasn’t for him—but for her?

How could I