Mate’s Deception, Luna’s Defiance

It seemed like they were challenging me, as neither made a move. My daughter, Amaya, had been crying for less than 30 seconds, and I could already feel the dampness spreading across my chest. Her cries triggered an instinctive reaction, and I began to lactate. But I didn’t want to go. I had just been discharged from the maternity center, and my body was still far from recovering. The Silver Moon Pack’s Healers had warned me to take it easy, but here I was, already pushed to my limit.

I had hoped that with the nanny at home, I could finally get some rest. But now, Everly, the rogue werewolf Romeo had hired, was comfortably nestled in my mate’s arms. They were expecting me to give in and attend to Amaya. If I conceded now, everything that had just happened would be dismissed, and Everly would continue to dominate the situation, step by step.

Before all this, Romeo, my mate and former Beta of the Silver Moon Pack, had been so considerate. But now, I was baffled by his sudden change. Was he truly interested in this rogue, or was she pushing my limits? My wolf stirred uneasily in the back of my mind, sensing the tension in the air.

Swallowing my heartache, I confronted the two of them. Everly, however, jumped up indignantly, pointing a finger at me and sneering, “Luna Cynthia, you’re honestly the most heartless mother I’ve ever seen.”

Her use of my title felt like a mockery, her tone dripping with disdain. “Can you really be a good mom like this?” she continued. “The pup’s crying, and yet you can still sit here eating dinner rolls? Go check on her and feed her already.”

I trembled with anger and looked at Romeo, who nodded in agreement, clearly displeased with my lack of action. “Cynthia, just look at your clothes,” he said, his voice cold and dismissive. “Even your body is telling you to check on the pup, and yet you’re sitting here sulking?”

He didn’t even address me as Luna, a subtle but deliberate slight. “Don’t use the fact that you’ve just given birth as an excuse. It’s been three days; the pack Healers cleared you to leave. What more excuses do you have?”

His words cut deep, but I refused to let them see my pain. “You didn’t want Everly to stay, did you?” he continued, his tone laced with accusation. “Let’s see how you manage without a nanny.”

He was convinced I would relent.

Amaya cried for two minutes, neglected, and her voice was starting to grow hoarse. Despite the frustration gripping my heart, I couldn’t overpower the instinctual maternal love. I rushed to the nursery, changed her diaper, and fed her until she fell asleep. Then, I collapsed onto the bed in tears, the weight of the situation crushing me.

It was the fourth day postpartum, and both my body and spirit were exhausted. I was in a vulnerable state, lacking the energy to fight back. A sense of helplessness welled up from deep within, and my wolf’s quiet whimper echoed in my mind.

My mother, Jacqueline, a respected elder of the pack, had been sent to Europe for a month-long assignment and couldn’t be there for me. Now, I was left to face this ordeal alone, with no one to lean on except my own resolve. The Silver Moon Pack’s hierarchy was strict, and as Luna, I was expected to maintain my composure. But tonight, in the privacy of my room, I allowed myself to break, if only for a moment.