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The disrespected Luna

For five years, Ciara Mendel played the perfect wife. Gentle, loyal, never a word of complaint. From the moment she became Nelson's mate, she gave him everything. her love, her time, her patience, and, most of all, her silence. She followed the wolf laws, nodded along with the bloodline rules, and took her spot as an outsider in Nelson's powerful alpha family. Ciara didn't come from noble blood. She wasn't strong or special-not in the way the others cared about. But her love for Nelson was real. That love kept her going through the cold stares from the elders, through the whispers that trailed behind her in the hallways. She pretended she didn't hear when the others said she wasn't worthy to stand beside their alpha. She told herself that love would be enough. That loyalty would matter. She was sure of it. She was wrong. The truth hit her on a quiet afternoon. She came home early, wanting to surprise Nelson with his favorite meal. She was even smiling as she walked down the hall, picturing his face. She opened their bedroom door-and everything stopped. There was Nelson on their bed. Next to him, another woman. A young she-wolf, beautiful, purebred. The scent in the room was thick, unmistakable. Ciara just stood there, frozen, her heart shattering into pieces too small to ever find again. Nelson looked at her-shocked, not sorry. The other woman ducked behind him, playing innocent. That was it. Something in Ciara broke, and she didn't bother trying to put herself back together. That day, the old Ciara Mendel vanished. Someone new took her place. Now, she sat in Nelson's study, holding a thick folder. Her face was calm, almost cold. No one would have guessed what was burning inside her. She walked over and set the documents on his desk. "These are the quarterly financial reports," she said, her voice soft and steady. Nelson glanced at the papers, not worried, not suspicious. He trusted her. Why wouldn't he? Ciara had always been obedient, always harmless. He had no idea that, tucked beneath the last page, she'd hidden divorce papers. Ciara smiled. For the first time in five years, her smile was hers alone. Nelson caught the edge in her expression and frowned. "Are you angry?" he asked, his voice all calm, but his eyes searching. Ciara met his gaze, slow and deliberate. "Not anymore," she said. Her words were cold, sharp-like the snap of winter air. Nelson looked uneasy, but he shrugged it off. He still thought he was in control. He was the alpha, the strong one. Ciara was just his weak little human mate... at least, that's what he believed. That night, the house was silent. A different kind of silence. The start of a quiet war. Nelson expected things to go back to normal. He figured Ciara would cry, beg, maybe even forgive him like always. But she didn't. She stopped waiting for him. Stopped asking questions. Stopped caring. She moved through the house like a stranger-eyes far away, heart locked tight. Every step was careful, every move deliberate. While Nelson slept, Ciara made her plans. She read up on wolf laws, divorce rights, property rules, even tracked down hidden accounts. She collected proof of Nelson's betrayal. She protected herself, quietly. Nobody noticed. She wasn't the weak wife anymore. She was finally awake.
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Chapter 1

Ciara POV

My werewolf husband had cheated on me.

The thinking of this hit me before the scene fully registered, like my heart already knew the truth even while my eyes begged for denial.

I stood outside the CEO private room, my fingers curling slowly around the cold edge of the doorframe. The hallway wasn't always quiet ..but was too quiet today. The kind of silence that passes through your ears and makes every of your breath fill wrong.

The door was not completely close there is a hole just enough to see through the narrow opening, I saw him.

My own husband. The man who has promised me the heaven and earth during our college days or 5years ago when we got married

The man I had loved for more than 5years.

He was standing close to another woman no, not just a woman. A female werewolf. Her back was to me, her long blonde hair spilling down her shoulders like silk. She was laughing softly, her body tilted toward him in a way that felt intimate, practiced.

Too familiar.

My chest tightened.

Then his hand lifted.

Slowly.

Tenderly.

His fingers slid into her hair, threading through the blonde strands the same way he used to do with mine when he thought I was asleep. The same way he did when he wanted me to feel safe. Wanted me to feel chosen.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

He leaned closer.

His lips brushed her neck.

Once.

Twice.

My stomach lurched violently.

That was it.

That was the moment something inside me cracked.

Just as he had once done to me.

I placed a hand over my mouth, fearing that the sound of my breathing would betray me. My legs would not budge, as if my heels were nailed to the floor beneath me.

I couldn't look away.

Even though I wanted to.

Even though my vision blurred.

As a human, I should not feel the physical pain of a cheating husband. I had been told that many times before by some other pack members, by elders, even some humans . Since humans can't experience the same pain as ware wolf when they are betrayed or got their heart broken.

But that didn't mean I felt nothing.

Because the sight of him with her made my throat hot and my stomach hurt until I can breathe again...It felt like my insides were folding in on themselves and my soul is leaving me

Five years.

Five years of my life fell into pieces right there in that hallway.

Memories flashed through my mind without mercy. our first meeting, his warm smile, the promise in his eyes when he told me I was his wife , even though I was human. The nights I waited alone while he attended pack meetings. The whispers behind my back. The looks that said I didn't belong here

And yet, I stayed.

I fought.

I believed.

An inner voice laughed bitterly inside my head.

How clueless and ignorant can you be Ciara

A human trying to hold onto a werewolf's heart forever.

My nails bite deep into the flesh of my palm as my throat tightened painfully. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe, to stay upright.

I won't weep not will I cried at least not here, not like this, i refuse to be weak

Inside the room, the woman shifted closer to him, her voice low but playful.

"Nelson," she said softly, dragging the word out. "Someone might see."

He chuckled.

That sound.

That familiar sound.

"There's no one around," he replied easily. "And even if there were, who would dare say anything?"

The confidence in his voice felt like a slap to me, I felt invisible, Little, disappointed, disrespected, disposable and Replaceable. All these emotion in one thought

My heart pounded so loudly I was sure they could hear it. My knees trembled, threatening to give out, but I forced myself to stand straight. I would not collapse in a hallway like a discarded house wife

The woman lift her head up, her fingers resting against his chest. "What about your wife ?" she asked, her tone light, careless.

Time seemed to slow.

This was it.

This was where he would explain. Where he would defend me. Where he would say my name.

He paused for only a second.

Then he said, "She doesn't need to know."

The words sliced clean through me.

Didn't need to know.

As if I were nothing more than an inconvenience. A detail. A mistake he intended to keep hidden.

My vision blurred completely now, tears finally spilling over despite my effort to stop them. I brushed them away quickly, angrily.

Don't fall now Ciara

*You are still his beautiful wife

Even if it no longer felt true.

The woman smiled, satisfied. Are you sure?"

He nodded. "I'll handle it."

I almost laughed.

Handle it.

As if five years of marriage, loyalty, and sacrifice were just a problem on a list.

My stomach turned violently, and I leaned back against the wall, my body trembling from head to toe. My chest hurt with every breath, sharp and shallow, like my lungs no longer knew how to work properly.

I wanted to run.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to burst into that room and demand answers I already knew.

But my feet stayed rooted.

Cowardice or shock i didn't know which one hold me in that moment.

Another memory rose uninvited.

The day I became Nelson wife

The pack watching me with unreadable expressions. Some curious. Some hostile. Some openly mocking. A human wife. What a joke ?

But he had held my hand tightly that day and whispered, "I choose you now and forever "

I closed my eyes.

The empty promise hurt deep and worse than the betrayal.

Inside the room, movement shifted again. The woman laughed softly, her body pressing closer to his.

I couldn't watch anymore.

I straightened slowly, wiping my face one last time. My reflection in the dark wall looked pale, hollow-eyed, but there was something else there too. Dicission to leave him

If he thought I would quietly disappear, he was wrong.

After what felt like an eternity, I lifted my trembling hand.

My knuckles hovered inches from the door.

I hesitated.

Once.

Twice.

Then I knocked.

The sound echoed loudly in the hallway.

Inside the room, everything froze.

Footsteps shuffled.

The door opened wider.

He turned.

Our eyes met.

For a brief second, shock flashed across his face with his pure, unfiltered panic. His hand dropped from the woman's hair immediately, as if burned.

"Ciara?" he said.

My name sounded strange on his lips now.

I looked past him, my gaze flicking briefly to the woman behind him. She shocked , her expression unreadable, even her eyes carried a spark of challenge rather than shame.

I lifted my chin.

My voice came out calm, even though my heart was falling apart inside me.

"The annual meeting," I said quietly. "They're waiting for you, sir

Hmmm there was few minutes silence between us before he finally spoke . "I'll be there shortly."

I nodded once and unable to speak because I didn't trust myself enough to say another word

Because if I spoke one more word, I might finally fall apart so I turned and walked away. Every step i took was a calculated movement measured and controlled so that I couldn't fall even as my soul screamed in pain.

I did not run.

I did not cry.

Not yet.

But as I disappeared down the hallway, one truth echoed clearly in my mind:

This marriage has end

And I need to find my way out

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