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Betrayed Luna's Silent Escape

On our fifth anniversary as mates, I decided to surprise Alpha Cristian with a special dinner. I returned to the Silver Moon Pack’s estate early, eager to celebrate, only to walk in on him tangled up with Kyra, a Delta warrior, in our bedroom. Her voice carried over, dripping with anticipation. "When will you make her uterus mine?" His response was icy. "Tomorrow, I’ll have her go for a medical check-up. I’ll arrange for the Healer to tell her she needs surgery for cancer, and we’ll take it then. But if anything happens to her, you won’t get away with it!" I couldn’t grasp how the man who once claimed to cherish me could plot against me like this. Yet he wasn’t aware that I was already carrying his pups. "Don’t fret. I know you care about her.
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Chapter 2

The following day, I went to the pack headquarters to finalize my resignation. The Silver Moon Pack’s compound was bustling with activity, as usual, but the air felt heavier today. The whispers that followed me as I walked through the halls were impossible to ignore.

"Did you see Alpha Cristian’s post last night? He was spotted carrying Delta Kyra into the infirmary. He even stayed with her until dawn. It’s like something out of a mate bond ceremony."

"Right? This morning, he brought her back to the compound in his car. He carried her from the passenger seat all the way to the training grounds. It’s so romantic."

An older pack member, a Gamma, quickly silenced them.

"Enough. Alpha Cristian is already mated to Skylar. Kyra just… resembles her a little."

The Gamma noticed me approaching and abruptly stopped talking, bowing her head slightly in respect.

I kept my expression neutral, walking past without a glance. Behind me, I heard a hushed sigh of relief.

"Thank the Moon Goddess she didn’t hear… But honestly, she carries herself with so much more grace than Kyra. It’s hard to believe Alpha Cristian would stray when he has someone like her as his mate."

When I reached the administrative office, Lennox, the Gamma in charge of pack logistics, was visibly surprised by my resignation application. He hesitated before advising me to seek Alpha Cristian’s direct approval.

With no other choice, I made my way to Alpha Cristian’s office. The door was slightly ajar, and what I saw inside made my stomach churn. Alpha Cristian was leaning against his desk, a smirk playing on his lips, while Kyra knelt before him, her expression coy.

Spotting me, Alpha Cristian quickly pushed Kyra aside and straightened his posture, adjusting his jacket.

"Skylar," he said, his voice smooth but tinged with guilt. "Kyra was just helping me with my belt. It came loose during training."

I wasn’t fooled. The tension in the room was palpable, and I knew exactly what had transpired. But now wasn’t the time to confront him. I just wanted to get this over with.

"Alpha Cristian," I said, placing the resignation form on his desk. "Sign this."

He glanced at the document, his eyebrows furrowing as he flipped through the pages.

"What is this?"

My heart raced. I’d initiated the mate rejection ritual yesterday, and now this resignation. He would undoubtedly realize something was wrong.

But before he could react further, Kyra took his hand, guiding it under her skirt.

"Alpha Cristian," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness, "just sign it. Don’t keep Skylar waiting. We have more important matters to attend to."

Alpha Cristian froze, his face flushing with guilt as he pulled his hand away. He quickly signed the form, avoiding my gaze, and left the office with Kyra trailing behind him.

After finalizing the resignation process, I returned to the packhouse. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but I focused on my next steps. I needed to wait a few days for my research application approval, but staying in this place was unbearable.

I left the mate rejection papers in Alpha Cristian’s study, grabbed my suitcase, and planned to first visit the pack infirmary before heading directly to the airport.

The infirmary was crowded, and I stood in line with the confirmation email for my appointment. Unexpectedly, I saw Alpha Cristian nearby.

He approached me with his usual charm, taking my hand in his. But what caught my eye was the fresh mark on his neck—a clear sign of his infidelity.

"Skylar," he said, his voice soft but laced with concern, "you’ve seemed off these past few days. Since we’re both here, let’s get you checked out."

I frowned and pulled my hand away.

"No."

I searched his eyes for any hint of sincerity but found none.

Alpha Cristian’s grip tightened, his tone firm.

"No, I can’t just let it go. You need to be checked."

Panic surged through me as I struggled, but his strength was overwhelming. He forced me into his car, his expression unreadable.

"Alpha Cristian," I said, my voice trembling, "what are you trying to do?"

I couldn’t maintain my composure any longer. My voice broke as I confronted him.

"Don’t think I don’t know about you and Kyra! I am your mate! How can you even think of giving my womb to her?"

Alpha Cristian was visibly shocked that I had discovered the truth. But he quickly masked it, wiping my tears gently.

"Skylar," he said, his voice soothing, "your health isn’t great. We’ve been mated for five years with no pups. I thought Kyra could carry one for us, and then we’d raise the pup together. Doesn’t that sound good?"

"Besides, pregnancy and birth are painful and can change your body. I can’t bear to let my precious Luna go through that."

All lies.

Tears streamed down my face as I shook my head frantically.

"But I’m already pregnant…"

Alpha Cristian’s grip tightened, and there was a mocking glint in his eyes.

"Skylar," he said, his voice cold, "don’t joke about a pup."

"The healer said it’s hard for you to conceive. After five years of being mated, now you suddenly have a pup?"

He silenced me with a cloth pressed against my face. A strange scent filled the air, and my awareness began to fade.

His voice was a gentle murmur in my ear.

"It won’t hurt, Skylar. Just take a little nap."

I grew weaker, unable even to cry, forcing myself to hold onto the last thread of consciousness.

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