The Forsaken Luna's Dark Secret Vengeance

Adalynn POV:

The black town car idled silently on Fifth Avenue. I stared out the window at the cheerful, elegant storefront of Bonpoint, a wave of exhaustion washing over me.

Another party. Another gift.

This was my duty as Luna of the Blackstone Pack. Maintaining social ties. Smiling. Pretending.

I rubbed my temples, a familiar ache blooming behind my eyes. The gesture did nothing to erase the image of Garrison's back this morning. He'd left our suite without a word, the scent of cold indifference clinging to the air long after he was gone.

"We're here, Luna," The driver said respectfully in a low voice.

I took a deep breath, the frigid December air a sharp sting in my lungs as I pushed the heavy door open. It was a welcome shock to the system.

As I stepped toward the entrance,A familiar tall figure inside the store made me freeze on the spot.

Garrison Britt.My husband.

He was on one knee, his broad shoulders hunched in a gesture of startling tenderness. He was adjusting the hem of a little girl's dress, a smile on his face so gentle, so full of warmth, it was one I had never seen before.

My heart didn't just sink. It plummeted, a dead weight in my chest.

Instinct took over. I lurched back, pressing my body against the cold metal of a newspaper stand, hiding myself in its shadow.

The little girl, maybe four years old, giggled. She had bright blonde hair and startlingly blue eyes.

Garrison's eyes.

Then, a dark-haired woman approached. She placed a hand on Garrison's shoulder, a gesture of casual, effortless intimacy, and offered him a coffee.

Isadora Bennett.

A rising star in the entertainment industry, famous for her innocent appearance and sweet smile.

He took the cup, his head tilting up to meet hers. He kissed her cheek. A simple, proprietary kiss.

The air left my lungs in a silent rush. It wasn't a knife. It was a void, a sudden, complete absence of everything.

At this moment, I finally understood why he had become increasingly indifferent to me over the years. It turned out he had been unfaithful to me.

But that doesn’t really matter. What’s most unacceptable to me is that they even had a child together. That’s simply a devastating blow for me.

My mind flashed back four years. A sterile hospital room. A doctor's emotionless voice telling me my baby was born without a heartbeat.

At that time, I suffered immensely, yet all I got in return was his cold, emotionless expression. Now I finally understand why.

At this moment, as I look at this little girl with golden hair, I think that if my child hadn’t died so young, she would be about the same age as this girl.

Unfortunately, I never even got to see that child’s face. She turned into just a handful of ashes in a little box.

A wave of nausea churned in my stomach. I clamped a hand over my mouth, my knuckles white, fighting the urge to vomit right there on the sidewalk.

Garrison scooped the little girl into his arms. She clutched a new teddy bear. He and Isadora walked out of the store, a perfect picture. A family.

They passed not ten feet from where I was hiding. His gaze swept the street, The whole person radiates happiness， passing right through me.

My body began to tremble with a rage so cold it felt like ice water in my veins. My nails dug into my palms, leaving deep, crescent-shaped wounds.

I watched them get into a black Bentley—not a Pack vehicle, but his personal car.

The car disappeared into the flow of traffic. Only then did I let myself move. I stepped out from behind the newsstand, my face a pale, blank mask.

The tears I expected didn't come.

Four years ago, the Britt family was extremely opposed to my humble marriage to Garrison, thinking that I would drag down his career.

However, Garrison was full of heartache at that time. He promised me that when he became the Alpha of the Blackstone Pack, he would definitely give me a vigorous ceremony to let the ethnic group formally know me.

In the end, I compromised and we only got the certificate.

Now, he has everything, and even outsiders know that I am his luna, but I never waited for the formal ceremony.

On the surface, people in the ethnic group respectfully call me luna, but in fact, they all think that I'm just an unpretentious mistress of Garrison.

Over the years, I’ve long since lost all interest in Garrison.

Just as the light in my eyes has gone out now, replaced by a state of indifference and silence.

I turned and walked into Bonpoint.A sales associate greeted me with a bright, professional smile. "Welcome, how may I help you today?"

My gaze swept over the area where the perfect family had just stood. My voice, when it came out, was a shard of ice. "The gentleman and the woman who were just in here. Everything they purchased, and everything they tried on but did not buy—I want it all."

The associate stared, her smile faltering. "Ma'am?"

"Anything that might have their scent on it," I clarified, my voice unwavering. "I'll take it. And I need the security footage from your store for the last half hour."

I slid a black, featureless credit card onto the counter. "Name your price."

I added, my eyes locking onto hers, "You will also sign a non-disclosure agreement. You will not speak of my visit, or my purchases, to anyone. Especially not to Mr. Britt."

The manager was summoned. He saw the card, saw the chilling resolve in my eyes, and understood immediately that I was not a person to be questioned.

I paid a seven-figure sum without blinking. I bought the evidence.

I didn't let the driver help. I carried the large, rustling bags myself, filled with the cloying, mixed scents of Garrison's snow-dusted cedar and Isadora's sweet perfume.

Back in the sanctuary of the car, I pulled out my phone and dialed.

"Jenna," I said, my voice unnervingly steady. "I need your help. I'm starting the Rejection Ceremony."

A sharp gasp on the other end of the line. I ignored it, my eyes fixed on the blur of the city outside my window.

One thought, clear and sharp, cut through the fog.

Although I have never had the consent ceremony that should have given me glory, now that I am leaving, I must hold a refusal ceremony aboveboard.

I want to maintain my dignity and reputation through formal procedures, so that everyone can see my integrity as Luna, instead of leaving quietly.

And Garrison Britt, I am going to make you pay.