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I walked into my bedroom and found my mate buried inside his second mate. In my bed. The one place he swore she would never be. Christy looked right at me over his shoulder and smirked. "Get out," Anthony snarled. He didn't even turn to see who was at the door. I left. I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I simply walked down the hall to an empty suite and never came back. That was six months ago. Tonight, he sat on my new bed and asked when I was coming home. As if I was the one being unreasonable. "You broke your promise," I told him. "The one request I made when I accepted her into our bond. And you couldn't even give me that." He reached for my hand. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again." I pulled away. "It already has. Every night she calls and you leave my bed to go to hers. Every time you choose her. You've been rejecting me for months, Anthony. I just finally stopped fighting it." Silence. Then I told him about the diary. Every lie she told. Every promise he broke. Every night I spent alone. All of it, written down in the book he's watched me fill for months and never once asked to read. "When I'm gone, you'll find it on your desk. And you'll finally understand exactly when you lost me." He stared at me. His mouth opened, then closed. "Gone where?" ***** Mischa had been mated to Alpha Anthony Trenery of the Night Whispers Pack for two decades now. They had a good, strong bond filled with love and happiness even though their lives were more than difficult at times. They’d decided when coming together early in their mate bond to put off having an heir or heirs for their pack. That they needed to focus upon the growing of the pack’s businesses. She ran the accounting company and kept track of all the pack's funds, was vigilant in their spending decisions, because when they’d taken over the pack it was in the red, and the pack owed money to a lot of other packs as well as human banks. Finally, they were completely in the black. No longer did they have loans to pay back to humans or other wolfen packs that had helped them out over the past two decades. They were also now a bigger, stronger and healthier pack, with more reliable businesses to support them. It had taken the two of them a mighty effort of complete devotion to clearing out the debts left behind, that no one knew the former Alpha and Luna had run up, until they’d taken over and seen if for themselves. She’d never have believed it if she’d not seen it with her own two eyes, and they’d sat down and had to talk it out, weighed the pros and cons of disbanding the pack or trying to rebuild it, and become viable and keep the wolves that lived here together instead of scattered all over the place. She’d already had her accounting degree but was fresh out of uni, and going through the funding situation had been hard for her, and even harder for Anthony to hear, being it was his own parents that had sunk the pack into debt and told no one how bad it was. But in the end they’d opted to try and save the pack, and although it had been difficult for them to do. They’d worked their way through the hardship and survived it. Tonight was the very first mating ball to be held by them since taking over. They simply just couldn’t afford to waste pack funds on it. The pack members had all understood and been allowed to go off to other packs of their own accord for mating balls if they wished over those years. Tonight was an event they’d planned together, how they’d be holding mating balls in the future as well. Only two a year, they were costly and though their pack was in the black now, they didn’t want to use a lot of funds on mating balls at this time, they would set more up as the years past when they had more available funds to do so. It was a simple sit-down dinner, where everyone came dressed in smart casual clothing and could mingle at will with the other packs. Any mating prior to the full moon had to be out of sight in one or another's accommodation, so there would be fewer issues for pairs scenting each other out. She stood as always next to Anthony to greet the arriving Alphas. Only one pack was unknown to them, but it came through a known affiliated pack. They were said to be safe and wouldn’t cause them any issues. She and Anthony were hoping for some pairing up tonight, and she smiled at the comments from their Allied Alphas about finally, they were holding a mating ball, and those that knew the true hardship she and Anthony had been through, over the last two decades smiled and congratulated them on beating the odds, and them now having a prosperous pack. She was happy with how things were going and sat down to eat her meal, smiled and chatted with the other Alphas at the table. Her own Mate, Anthony, smiled at her as he always did. What she’d not seen coming was as the moon set her own Alpha Mate of 20 years, nostrils flaring and him breathing in all deeply; as he scented out a second Mate. Her eyes widened, as she watched him just stand up and leave the table, to go and hunt the one he scented. Many eyes were on him, they all knew she was his Goddess-Gifted Mate. They were the same age and scented each other out at 19, inside this very room the full moon after he’d come home from Alpha College. Mischa was more than shocked as she watched Anthony step right up to she-wolf and just reach out and touch her face all soft and lovingly. She’d braced herself to feel the pains of betrayal, right there in front of all their allies, and she’d even felt Paul, her Gamma’s hand on her arm, as he also readied himself to try and ease the pain they all thought she was going to feel. She had not stood up or even objected to Anthony’s scenting of a second Mate, wouldn’t protest against it even though a part of her wanted to. This was the will of their Goddess, that he was getting a second Mate, and here inside this pack they believed one should accept their Goddess-Gifted Mate. Anthony’s hand cupped that she-wolf’s face, and she felt absolutely nothing, not a single pain of betrayal at all. Paul frowned a little, and she sighed with relief and murmured. ā€œIs the will of Selena, so she grants me no pain.ā€ Though a part of her was unhappy about her loyal, loving Alpha Mate now having a new and likely much younger Mate on his arm. She knew that he wasn’t going to reject her, she’d been gifted to him by Selena, so of course, he would accept that she-wolf. She gently removed Paul’s hand from her arm. ā€œIt’s fine… is meant to be.ā€ She’d stated softly, all she could do was accept it. If it was a lie or some sort of magic to trick him, she'd have felt the pains of betrayal, but there were none. So she just sat there and watched as Anthony lay his verbal claim upon that she-wolf, for all in this room to hear without any hesitation. ā€œMy pack, I have been blessed by Selena herself, with a second Mate and Luna,ā€ he'd announced, and she’d even heard the pride in his voice as he’d spoken. He was very happy with this. Had yet to even look at Mischa regarding him getting a second Mate; to see what she thought of it. She’d been eclipsed by a new Mate and Luna for the pack in a heartbeat. He was supposed to love and cherish only her, but now he had someone else to love and cherish, a she-wolf that barely looked old enough to be here at this mating ball. Likely only just turned 18 a moon or two back, she thought absently to herself. That girl's smile faulted instantly at Anthony’s words of her being his second Mate and Luna, and her eyes had moved around the room to look right at her. Mischa had nodded her head ever so slightly to the girl. Who’d turned back to Anthony and bowed her head to him, stated in softly spoken words, ā€œI am happy, Alpha, and will work alongside your first Mate, to learn from her to be your perfect Luna.ā€ Anthony had laughed. ā€œMischa is loving and kind and will be a good friend and confidante to you, as well as to teach you all that is needed and the three of us will be truly happy together.ā€ Then he had walked that she-wolf over to the table she was sitting at, and smiled at Mischa ā€œSweetheart, I was blessed by Selena once more. This is Christy.ā€ He introduced the girl to her. She felt many eyes upon her from not only at this table but from the room. It was a very unusual set of circumstances to be seen. She did know that when one wolf got gifted two Mates it was usually at the same time, not 20 years apart. That the one wolf, if his or her Mates were from different packs, they would have to choose one over the other. But Anthony was an Alpha Wolf, and he reigned over this pack so he could choose to have both of them as his Mates, because they’d all live here. This was what he was doing. He’d not even thought about it, not even so much as taken Mischa's thoughts into account about him having a new Mate. No, he’d just accepted Christy and announced her right away, expecting Mischa to just accept it and that was the end of it. Mischa wasn’t about to throw a fit or even argue it there was no point; he’d made his decision already. The Goddess had blessed him was how he’d put it. She wasn’t that kind of person, arguments were only to be had if she could win the verbal battle, which she knew she couldn’t right this very minute. It was also not her place to tell him who he could or couldn’t be mated to, if he was gifted a second Mate. It was entirely up to him to accept or reject that she-wolf. ā€œHello, Christy.ā€ Mischa greeted his new Mate, and she saw the way that she-wolf instantly moved closer to Anthony and hugged into him. ā€œIt’s the will of the Goddess, please Luna don’t ask him to reject me,ā€ Christy stated with a slight tremble to her soft voice. Mischa raised an eyebrow at her ā€œI wouldn’t dare to. If Anthony accepts you, then so do I,ā€ she countered the girls between the line's accusation. She understood in that one moment this she-wolf was out to cause trouble, and wanted Anthony to see Mischa was unreasonable, and appear to be unwilling to accept her as a second Luna to this pack. Mischa wouldn’t play that game, her eyes moved to Anthony, and he was frowning down at Christy, he wasn’t what she would call a stupid man, and had also picked up on there was no greeting from Christy to Mischa, just an unspoken accusation that Mischa would want to tear them apart. ā€œChristy, what was that? Mischa would never come between us, and you just accuse her of it right away. I brought you over here just to say hello,ā€ he stated and removed her hand from his arm. Mischa refused to allow the smile that wanted to touch her face to reach it as she heard the disappointment in Anthony’s voice about what he was seeing and hearing. She watched as Christy kind of looked up at him in surprise, that he would not only defend his current Mate and Luna, but step away from Christy herself, to look down at her in disapproval. This she-wolf had thought Anthony would come to her defense instantly, and be drawn into her innocence, and I’m afraid of your first Mate, act. That she was so clearly putting on for all in this room to see. She didn’t know him at all, and had played that hand way too soon, but Mischa now understood herself this was going to be something Christy would do all the time. She was already scheming inside her mind on how to push out a Luna and Mate of 20 years, so she could be the only Mate and Luna to this, her and Anthony’s hard earned pack. II CH 2 Mischa didn’t think this she-wolf's schemes would work on Anthony. He was not only level-headed, but they had grown up here inside this pack together, and he knew everything about her, including her own nature. That she would never harm anyone without due cause, that she certainly wouldn’t harm his other Mate. That she wouldn’t get in between them or try and stop them from spending time together. He knew that she also believed in the will of the Goddess. So, accepting that he’d been gifted a second Mate, was actually what she would do even if she was unhappy about it, she’d come to terms with it and accept it. She wouldn’t fight against it or try to make him choose between them. This new Mate of his, Christy, should have taken the time to solidify her bond with Anthony, be marked and mated before trying anything stupid like this. That would see her pitted up against his first Luna and Mate of 20 years. She knew nothing about either of them, or their temperaments. She should have learned that before scheming. ā€œI… I’m sorry. I was just nervous that she’d want to harm me… You’re her Mate first and Luna’s are… Possessive.ā€ Christy tried to explain her prior statement. ā€œAs are Alphas,ā€ Mischa stated right back. ā€œHere inside the Night Whispers pack, a Mate is a Mate. If I were to get a second Mate, Anthony would accept it as I am of him being gifted you, Christy. Don’t fear me, I’m happy to have a fellow Luna to share the duties of running this pack with.ā€ She smiled at her. Anthony chuckled softly and looked at Mischa. ā€œI’d be very jealous, sweetheart, of another getting to have you, butā€¦ā€ he took a breath in ā€œI would accept it, as the will of our Goddess, Selena.ā€ Mischa smiled right at him. ā€œI know darling.ā€ She stated, ā€œSuch a good, kind, loving and loyal Mate you’ve always been.ā€ She’d reached out and put her hand in his, and he’d raised it right to his lips and kissed the back of it. His way of showing his gratitude for her gracious acceptance of his new Mate. Christy, however, gasped and tears welled up in her eyes as she watched the display of affection between them. ā€œYou don’t want me,ā€ she sobbed, and then was just gone, running off, away from them through the crowded ballroom. Anthony blinked in complete shock and stood there staring after her, he’d not once said he didn’t want her, he’d even claimed her for all to hear. It wasn’t expected that those words would come from her, let alone for her to run away. He looked to her hand and then to her and Mischa shook her head. ā€œShe felt no pains of betrayal, because I felt none when you touched her.ā€ she told him what she knew to be the truth. ā€œSweetheart, I must go andā€¦ā€ he trailed off as he looked at her a little uncertain for the first time. ā€œOf course, I understand Anthony, go and find your second Mate. She appears young and very...ā€ She trailed off. Who the h*ll knew, she couldn’t say scheming to him. She let go of his hand and waved him off to go after the girl. Then she just sat back down in her seat and picked up her wine glass and took a controlled sip from it. She wanted to down the entire glass but would not let that be seen by all in this room. The Alphas at her table were looking at her with knowing looks. She just nodded, acknowledging that it hadn’t escaped their attention that this new Mate of Anthony’s was trying to manipulate things before she was even Marked and Mated. She and Christy had not scented each other out, and therefore would have to share their Mate’s attention between them, and no Mate wanted to share with another. Christy’s own Alpha sighed from his seat at the table. ā€œMy apologies, Luna, that one is new to my pack; her mother mated into mine just two moons back. I don’t know her well, she appeared pleasant to me.ā€ ā€œHmm, she is how old?ā€ Mischa asked. ā€œTurned 18 inside my pack,ā€ he answered her. ā€œHmm, very young. Me not so much. She is getting a Mate that already has a Mate, something I’m guessing can bring out many different sides to a she-wolf, that is expecting to suddenly become a Luna, only to find out her Mate already has a Luna. ā€œDon’t concern yourself with it too much. Anthony won’t stand for scheming games, is level-headed, he will likely only mark and mate her if she is seen to be genuinely accepting of the three-way mate bond. She and I didn’t scent each other out, are not Mate’s that complicates things a bit, I dare say. ā€œShe’ll have to willingly accept that she has to share him with me. He is not about to reject me, his Mate and Luna of 20 years for her… one he doesn’t know and is currently acting like a petulant, jealous child for all to see. Something I don’t and won’t do. ā€œHe’ll want to have both of us as his Mates. I do know this, and if young Christy isn’t willing to even try to accept this, then he’ll likely reject her for her not accepting the will of the Goddess.ā€ She told him, ā€œI’m patient and will wait and see what happens.ā€ She sipped her wine once more. ā€œYou seem to be handling it well, at ease with all this going on around you, Luna, when most would be at least upset,ā€ he stated. ā€œI’m not overly happy about it, Alpha, but what can I do about it? It’s not for me to make Anthony’s decisions for him. Only Anthony can choose to accept or reject Christy. I felt no pains of betrayal, so it is likely meant to be, and I am willing to accept what it is that Selena has planned for this pack,ā€ she stated simply. She would not be the one in this three-way mate bond, which she was certain was about to happen, to pitch a fit and act as if she couldn’t handle it. This may be out of her control, but she could handle it with grace and stay calm in the face of things she didn’t like or truly know how to handle, until she found a way to do so. That was something she’d learned long ago. Panicking about the unknown didn’t help you resolve the issue before you. There had been a lot of panic at times trying to rebuild and bring this pack back to stability, and she’d overcome it all, one thing at a time. This was going to be just like that, she supposed. She would likely find a way to deal with Christy’s schemes if Anthony marked and mated her, if that she-wolf continued to try and use that innocent act, and wouldn’t give up on trying to push her out of Anthony’s life. There was at present nothing else she could do at this point, only sit and wait on the outcome of the night was all. She did wonder though if Christy was smart enough to talk her way out of being seen as petty and jealous just now. None had threatened her, and Anthony hadn’t once voiced he didn’t want her, so her act was all going to have to be apologized for, and she was going to have to explain to him why she responded that way, when Mischa had not once presented herself as a threat, had in fact welcomed her. That she’d run off after seeing affection go between herself and Anthony, something that all fully bonded pairs did, something that she-wolf would also have to get used to seeing as well. ā€œFilled with she-wolf jealousy is my bet, and that, Luna Mischa, is never a good thing,ā€ Alpha Nicholas stated as he leaned back in his chair. ā€œIt won’t end well if she remains the same. Been on the receiving end of that myself.ā€ She nodded, she knew his tale; this pack had been allied to his while he’d been trying to claim his Luna, Lucinda. ā€œMm, I’m not so young as she is, or immature either. I can handle myself and most situations in a calm and rational manner, unlike her, it seems.ā€ She stated with a half-smile and sipped her wine, then motioned for it to be refilled once more. ā€œThat I dare say will be the very difference between the two of you,ā€ Nicholas nodded. ā€œIf you need a break from what I foresee as trouble brewing, come on down to the Rising Blue Lotus, for a well-earned rest. Braidy’s Mate just opened up a day spa on the edge of the pack. I’m certain she and her team can massage away or soak away any tension.ā€ She smiled at him. ā€œI may just take you up on that, Nicholas.ā€ ā€œIt would be my pleasure, Luna Mischa.ā€ He’d tipped his glass to her and they’d both sipped their wine. She’d sat there and presided over the mating ball for the rest of the night. She’d waited for Anthony to come back and tell her what he was going to do, give her an explanation as to Christy’s attitude, but it had not come at all. She’d attempted to connect with him just once, just after 10pm and shut it down very quickly felt that he was mating out there, so he’d claimed that girl and was marking and mating her. She’d mentioned it to his unit, and they’d all kind of just stared at her as if to say 'are you kidding?' She’d just nodded, there was nothing she could do about it. The Mate Bond had either gotten him or Christy had played her sweet and innocent act, come up with some plausible reason as to why she had been like that, and then likely turned on the charm and he and his wolf had been enticed into mating her and claiming her officially. Yet again, he’d done that without consulting her or even informing her that he would be doing that tonight. She’d gone to bed alone, walked up to the Alpha Suite, his unit all there with her, and she’d sighed, ā€œI hate to be a bother, but is it possible one of you could stay here until Anthony comes back? I don’t want that she-wolf in my suite. Until all things have been discussed properly, he’ll have to understand, considering he didn’t discuss anything with me prior to this and sitting down and sorting out how this is going to work. ā€œPlease inform Anthony and his new Mate, that they can stay in the Luna Suite for the night. I’m happy he got a Mate but unhappy he has gone a head and done things without a proper discussion first. I don’t want to wake up to the sound of my Mate having sεx with his other Mate inside my suite.ā€ They all just nodded and Kendrick, their Beta, had stated, ā€œI’ll wait up for him. Best that comes from me. If he doesn’t understand and opts to try and bring her inside, what do you want, Mischa?ā€ ā€œTell him to respect my wishes. It's just one night, and he can spend that night curled up with his new Mate in the Luna Suite. It’s as plush as his own. If he opts not to respect my wishes for even one night, I guess I know exactly where I’ll stand with him and his new Mate.ā€ III CH 3 Mischa had accepted the fact that he had a second Mate, and he’d hugged her the following day after claiming Christy, told Mischa he loved her so very much, even more for her accepting Christy into their Mate bond. She’d only had one request regarding their three-person mate bond, where she and Christy shared only him between them. Which had been that Christy reside in the Luna Suite, that was her designated suite, and Mischa remained in the Alpha Suite. She had been his Mate and Luna for 20 years, and had earned the right to stay in there. He’d looked at Christy, and she’d nodded and stated, "I'm okay with that." Neither she nor Christy had wanted to live in the same suite as each other, because they weren’t mated to each other. Both saw it as standard for a Mate bond like this, for there to be separate rooms. Anthony had been happy about them agreeing to this and he'd agreed as well. The one being shared also got to choose where and who they slept with on a nightly basis. She’d told him at Christy’s frown, as she’d had to watch him pull Mischa on to his lap, in his office that morning. After being away from her for the entire night, he wanted to hold her and be close to her, tell her he’d missed her. Christy hadn’t liked seeing that at all, and she had stated, ā€œI think there should be a schedule to make it fair to both of us, like me, say Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday and you take the alternate days.ā€ She’d not even used Mischa’s name. Misha had leaned into Anthony and hugged him, told him she’d missed him too, as she'd watched Christy's reaction to it, then stated, ā€œI don’t think we should put constraints on our Mate like that, and I think Anthony can pick and choose each and every night who he wants to be with, as is his right.ā€ She’d also not missed that Christy had opted to give herself four nights a week and Mischa only three. Right off the bat, this she-wolf was trying to take control of their mate bond. She had some balls, that was for sure. Anthony, on the other hand had, had a better idea. ā€œI’ll rotate days between you both. I think that is fair, so one night with you Christy, then one night with Mischa, on a continually rotating basis. That way, each of you gets a four-night week and a three-night week, exactly half of each month. Otherwise, one of you will get 16 days and the other only 12; that is not fair.ā€ He’d also promised her he’d never bed Christy in their suite, especially their bed, and then, at Christy’s pout, he’d laid down the same rule for her, that he’d never bed Misha in Christy’s suite or bed; again making it fair. He’d told Christy he’d open up a few walls and create her a proper suite just like his and Mischa’s for when they had pups. Misha hadn’t objected, just nodded and told him and Christy that was a good idea. He had been trying, she knew, to keep both of them happy, trying to work this new three-person mate bond out in a way that suited them all. ā€œWe’re newly mated,ā€ Christy had murmured, ā€œand you two have been mated for decades. I want a little more time with you to bond properly.ā€ ā€œYou’ll go into heat in a week and get to have him all to yourself for 3 to 7 days,ā€ Mischa commented casually. ā€œYou’ll interrupt it.ā€ Christy had muttered. ā€œI will not. I have no interest in separating you from Anthony at all. You should, however, come over here and let him initiate you. He’s not done that yet.ā€ Mischa had stood up and even picked up the pack blade for him and held it out to him, showing him she was accepting of everything. Only now a year and a half later, she was not in the Alpha Suite, nor was she in the Luna Suite. She’d moved herself out of the Alpha Suite six months ago when she’d walked into it and pushed into her bedroom to find Anthony and Christy having sεx in her and Anthony’s bed. She’d come to a stand still at the sight of them and then her anger got the better of her. She and her wolf Laud had grated out his name for him to hear their anger at what was going on in their bed. Something he’d promised would never happen. Only to have him snarl at her to get the hll out of his bedroom, his aura had rolled at her even before he’d turned to see who it was. Christy had looked right at her and smirked as if to say 'you know you can’t beat me.' ā€œFine,ā€ had been the only word that had come from her. She was his equal and could in fact ignore his aura, but had turned and walked from the suite, left at his order and then had moved herself into a suite down the hall, across from the Delta’s suite. She’d had omegas go in and collect all her belongings when she’d felt him leave that suite, not just her clothes, everything that was hers and moved, had them set up in her new room down the hall. They’d not understood it, why she was moving out of the Alpha Suite, when she’d lived in there for the past two decades, and for the first time since Christy had come into this pack and started eclipsing her position, she’d not cared to keep quite as to why she was moving out. Told her omegas that the Alpha had ordered her to get out of the suite. It was in fact true he had done so. That hadn’t gone down so well with Anthony when he’d realized she’d actually moved out of the suite, and not just left it to come back later when she’d calmed down. He’d thought she was just angry about him breaking his promise, and so he had opted to sleep in Christy’s suite that night. He had left her be, because he actually understood he was in the wrong, and she had a right to be angry. But what he’d not realized until the following evening, when he’d gone to the Alpha Suite to shower and change, probably apologize for his mistake. That her side of the closet was empty, not a single thing was left in there of her, not even her jewelry. That she had in fact moved out completely, and he’d had to go looking for her, he hadn’t seen her all day either. She’d opted to work from her new suite because she wasn’t in any mood to deal with a smug Christy, or her own Mate who had broken his one promise to her. He’d found her sitting in that suite across from Derek's with many of her things setup in there around her. She’d already made herself comfortable in there. He’d been completely shocked at the realization that she’d taken more than just her clothes, but her trinkets and throw rugs, her favorite vase and many of the books that were in the study, they’d shared in that suite. He’d asked her exactly what was going on, and she’d casually closed the book she’d been sitting documenting in, her Luna’s Diary, and looked at him, his worried expression, as he’d sat down on the lounge next to her. She’d stated simply, ā€œYou broke your promise and ordered me to get out of your suite. I did exactly what you wanted.ā€ He’d sighed at her and murmured, ā€œThat’s not what I meant, sweetheart, I’m sorry for what happened. Christy was upset about never having seen inside the Alpha Suite… she just wanted to see what it looked like, she’s only ever been in the Luna Suite, doesn’t feel as if I truly see her as my Luna, because she’s never even walked through the door and seen inside the Alpha’s Suite.ā€ He’d sighed heavily. ā€œI saw no harm in her walking through it and looking around. She was so happy to just be shown the suite, and she kissed me to say thank you for allowing her to see where I lived when not with her and, well… we just got carried away is all, and it resulted in sx. It wasn’t intentional,ā€ he told her. Maybe not on his part, but it had clearly been on Christy’s part. ā€œIn our bed.ā€ Had been Mischa’s words, she could read between the lines, Christy had gotten Anthony to take her into their bedroom, a place she was never allowed to go unless Mischa invited her personally. Just like Mischa wasn’t allowed in Christy’s bedroom. So, once again, she’d been able to make Anthony believe she was innocent in them fking on Mischa’s bed, and he’d bought it. She had gotten him to take her into that room to help her feel more like his Luna, when he’d already given her a fully remodeled suite. He was still blind to her deceptions. Only this time, Christy had used sx to get it past him. She knew exactly what that she-wolf was doing. She’d also not missed in his relaying of what had happened that it had been Christy who had kissed him and gotten him all worked up, she'd done it on purpose, and she knew that, from that one look on Christy’s face, that he’d not seen. She didn’t really understand the she-wolf. It wasn’t like Anthony ignored her, or didn’t give her exactly what she wanted. Her Luna Suite was now as large and plush as the Alpha Suite was, there was room for them to start their family. It was now a four-bedroom suite. She’d gotten her Mate and the title of Luna as well, had a desk in the Luna’s office, was allowed to give Luna Blessings and she spent on a daily basis more time with Anthony than Mischa did. ā€œWell, Anthony, she can now have what she wants, both the Alpha and Luna suites, can’t she! Seeing as she got you to break your promise to me and so easily.ā€ ā€œDon’t be like that Mischa, it won’t happen again,ā€ he’d sighed. ā€œYou’re right, it won’t.ā€ she’d nodded, because she would never set foot in the Alpha Suite again. ā€œYou ordered I get out, I had no choice but to do as you ordered, you are the Alpha.ā€ She told him and watched his eyes widen at her very words. He was racking his brain trying to recall if he’d made it an order or not. She knew it wasn’t for her to move out, just to leave the room. But at that moment it could well have been for all he knew. He and his wolf Shade might not even know they’d done that in that moment, where they were consumed with the need to mate Christy. ā€œI take it back.ā€ He’d huffed after a full minute of thought. ā€œRescind it. If I did that, I can’t say for certain if I did or not.ā€ ā€œNo need. I now understand my place, Anthony. Your new and younger Mate is the one you want to please. I’ll step aside for her. She can move into the actual Alpha Suite. I’ll stay here as is my place.ā€ She’d not been trying to make him feel guilty, she’d simply made the decision to not go back to his suite was all, it was now tainted by that she-wolf, so he could have it all to himself or move that she-wolf in there. ā€œYour place is beside me, Mischa, as it will always be,ā€ he’d stated. ā€œHmmā€ had been her only reaction because she wondered just how long it would be before Christy got the Luna’s office all to herself and had Mischa moved out of it. Christy was currently still undergoing Luna Training, but the moment it was over. Mischa could see Christy was going to push her from it. She wasn’t exactly sure how yet, but she was willing to bet that she-wolf was plotting how already. Just couldn’t do it until she’d actually finished her training was all. IV CH 4 She was just documenting everything that happened in her personal Luna’s Diary, that was casually sitting closed on her lap right that minute; all of Christy’s behavior. It was kind of like a Luna’s Diary, she supposed. Only this one was filled with all the times Christy had manipulated Anthony, pouted or put on a show of waterworks, complained she was just insecure, intimidated by Mischa, or didn’t think she could ever measure up to his first Mate. All the things that saw Anthony wanting to comfort Christy about and how he did that; taking her out shopping or to dinner, to make her feel loved and cherished and to make it up to her, so she'd feel secure in her position as his second Mate. Though Christy had learned not to insult her directly, that brought about full annoyance in Anthony towards her, regardless of if Christy did it with a few tears or indirectly. Which she had a few times in the beginning when she had been more openly trying to separate them so she could spend more time with Anthony then Mischa could; she’d learned the hard way not to do that. Anthony wouldn’t stand for Christy insulting Mischa, and he would come to her defense, because not once had Mischa ever insulted Christy; she wasn’t like that. Wasn’t one to be mean or cruel on purpose. Even now here in this situation, Christy and Anthony’s having sεx in her bed, she’d not blamed Christy; she hadn’t said anything other than he’d broken his promise to her. Anthony would demand Christy apologize to Mischa if she insulted her, and Christy didn’t like having to do so. She’d seen once that Christy’s tearful apology had also backfired on her, even worse than Christy could have possibly imagined, because Paul had walked into the room behind her, to hear it and had felt out the situation. Christy hadn’t seen him, and he’d cleared his voice after only 10 seconds and stated, ā€œHer apology is a lie, Alpha, she doesn’t truly mean it, I can feel she’s here causing trouble only.ā€ And his southern drawl had rolled off him to show he was switched on and explaining what he was feeling from Christy. Anthony had then been even more annoyed as Chrisy had come to learn that Paul was more inclined to trust his instincts than her words, and was always switched on when he was near her if there were words going between her and anyone. Paul couldn’t be swayed by Christy’s deceitful ways, he could see she was just trying to get rid of Mischa and nothing more. Had in fact stated that very thing to Anthony, who’d turned angry eyes on Christy himself. Who’d been glaring at her and then had turned them on Paul and accused them of being in cahoots, and it was them that were trying to oust her and pull her and Anthony’s bond apart, that they were ganging up on her because they had a 20-year-long Luna Gamma bond. She’d then done her usual insecure act and stated how was she to create a bond with Paul when he was always on Mischa’s side, and gone running off in tears, and, for the first time ever, Anthony hadn’t gone after her. He had looked at Paul and stated, ā€œIs she really trying to break my bond with Mischa?ā€ He’d kind of sounded as if he didn’t want to hear the answer. Hadn’t actually believed that Mischa and Paul were ganging up on her because he knew they weren’t like that. ā€œThat is what I get, she doesn’t like Mischa, never has. Do you recall the very first words Christy ever stated when standing before Mischa? That was the first clue into her true nature. You saw it, reacted to it and admonished her for it even. What did she do? Cried and run off, played at you not wanting her and was leaving the pack. ā€œWhat is she doing right now? Crying and running off as if leaving the pack because she was caught in a lie, and you’re about to admonish her or worse, punish her. Don’t go after her, Anthony. I bet she won’t leave the pack, but will go right to the border.ā€ It was done by Christy, to trigger Anthony and his beast into thinking his Mate was running away, hurt and upset, and they wouldn’t want that, so they would go racing after her, when they realized she was trying to flee the pack. She and Paul, the entire Alpha Unit saw it for what it was, only Anthony didn’t see it, because it brought about fear of the breaking of his mate bond with Christy, and so he had a deep-seated need to placate her and win her back. That time, Anthony had let her run, refused to go after her just to see what would happen. Was his Gamma right or not? Christy had not left the pack, but she had run all the way to the pack's furthest border from the packhouse, but had come to a stand still at the edge of the pack. Mischa had tracked her pack tether as much as everyone in that room had, and Christy had stood out there on the edge of the pack for several hours before coming back, stalking in through the packhouse front doors, past the open Alpha’s office door and stomped up the stairs and banging into the Luna Suite. Paul had relayed, ā€œShe’s just annoyed you didn’t chase after her like you normally do.ā€ He had felt her out the moment she’d gotten back. Christy had reined it in after that because Anthony hadn’t gone near her for over a week and Mischa had heard him state to her, as Christy had stood before him sobbing about feeling insecure, ā€œIf you’re going to sulk just because you’re a second Mate, do it quietly. You knew I had a Mate, stated you’d accept it,ā€ then issued a demand of his own, to show her he wasn’t going to put up with her behavior any longer. ā€œEither accept that you are my second Mate or reject me and actually leave. Stop pretending to, just to get my attention.ā€ Mischa hadn’t heard the beginning of that conversation, only the finality of it; she’d not gotten involved, never got between them. She’d thought his demand that day had stopped Christy’s bad behavior, until she’d walked in on them having sx in her bed and seen that smirk on her face. Now here Christy was back to the scheming after a few months of quiet. It seemed that she-wolf was never going to stop. She would just document everything so that when push came to shove and Mischa was actually truly fed up with the life she was now living, she would just hand Anthony her Luna’s Diary, that was right this minute on her lap, and leave. She didn’t want a life of fighting to keep her Mate, it shouldn’t have to be this way. It was likely she’d eventually just give Christy what it was she wanted, only it wouldn’t exactly be a happy moment for Christy when Anthony read this book, and looked back on everything that had happened in the course of their mate bond since Christy had come into it. He’d be able to see it was all Christy’s fault. That his first Goddess-Gifted Luna, who had been here to help him clear all the pack's debts and loved him regardless of all the hardship, had left him because she was pushed aside by Christy. She did document her personal feelings about everything that happened in this book. She wrote in a black pen the event; who was there, the words spoken and actions taken. Then in a blue pen she documented how she personally felt about the event and all that transpired. If she was frustrated, annoyed, angry, upset or just plain sad and confused or pained. If she had expected the event to occur, had predicted his or Christy’s reactions, then in a green pen she documented the expression on Christy’s face towards herself that he didn’t see. If he or anyone opened this Luna’s Diary at a very quick glance, it would look like all the other official ones in her office, she had filled out over the years, the same color pens used for different varying things. He didn’t even question seeing her with it now, because it was normal for her to sit and write in her Luna’s Diary on a daily basis. But his book, when he got his hands on it and read it, he would see she wasn’t writing only to make him hate Christy or feel guilty, but in a way that he could understand their bond was becoming broken over time and her lack of emotions as time passed would show him that it had been gradual not instant that she had stayed for years in the hope that Christy would just stop her selfish behavior. That she wasn’t petty or cruel like Christy was, that she’d just be slowly shoved aside until she was no longer needed by him or this pack was all. So, she had left him to go and live a life where she might be needed in some other pack. Start her life over and maybe be able to be happy once more like she had used to be; standing next to his side. He was just sitting looking at her. ā€œPlease, it won’t happen again.ā€ He implored her. ā€œYes, it will,ā€ she stated her feelings on the matter. There would be no amount of pleading or promises that would see her believe he could keep that woman out of the Alpha Suite. A part of her wondered if Christy was so spitefully jealous that she would at some point try and have Anthony bring her into this very room and then accidently, on purpose, get carried away and have sεx in here. In any room she ever went to until Mischa hurled a rejection at Anthony for the continually breaking of his word. A part of her didn’t want to think that way, but another part of her wouldn’t put it past that she-wolf. ā€œIf it can happen once, then it can happen again, Anthony. One broken promise leads to another.ā€ She shrugged. ā€œThat room is now tainted by you and her, as far as I’m concerned. I won’t go back there… is dirty I suppose, ā€œAnd not just because you had sεx with Christy in there, but because you, my Alpha and my Mate disregarded the one and only request I had when you got a second Mate, and I willingly accepted her. Not only into our pack and our home, but into the very middle of our own mate bond. ā€œI’m disappointed in you, and to be honest, Alpha, right now I’m not at all interested in your new promise that it won’t happen again. You’ve already proven that your word to me no longer matters to you at all. Because if it did, you’d never have let that happen in the first place.ā€ She stood up and walked away across the room. ā€œOh, on a new note, this is now my room. Christy is not allowed in here, period. I don’t care if she complains that her not being in here makes her feel as though she’s not a part of anything at all. I am not her Mate and I have the right to refuse her entry to my home.ā€ She turned and looked right at him. ā€œAnd this room is now my home. Please leave, I’m done talking with you. I have work to do.ā€ She'd tapped her diary and walked through to her bedroom and closed the door to make sure he understood to leave. V CH 5 Six months had passed and Mischa lay in her bed looking at Anthony as he got mind-linked to and she heard him sigh. He looked at her when it was over. ā€œChristy wants to see me,ā€ he stated as he sat up. She didn’t say anything at all, knew there was no point, he was going to get up and go to Christy under some guise that she needed to speak with him, but then he wouldn’t come back to her room. Even though it was his night to sleep here with Mischa. Christy would talk to him about whatever it was she stated was so very important that it would see him get up and leave her bedroom, and then she would be all over him and fk'n him, and he’d fall asleep in his and Christy's bed. Anthony would then come to her and apologize in the morning about falling asleep in Christy’s bed. State they’d had a single moment that had gotten carried away, and seeing as he’d already been with her, having sεx with both of them on the same night tired him out, and he’d crashed out was all; it wasn’t on purpose. She knew better than to believe it anymore. At first, she had thought it was genuine, but now, months later, it happened all the time. It was just Christy’s way of proving to her that she could call their Mate away from her, and he wanted to go, because he always went. Mischa knew that to be true as well, because otherwise he would just tell her it was his night to be with Mischa and that would be the end of it. He wouldn’t go to Christy’s room, he would just tell her whatever it was could wait until the morning. Nothing was that important to disturb him at midnight. If it was, then everyone would know about it. So, he got up out of her bed and went to Christy’s willingly to sleep with her, stay there the night and she knew it. He was now the one to be seen pushing her aside in her eyes. Because it was a choice to get up and leave their bed and go to another’s on a night when he should be with her. Mischa just rolled over and away from him at his words and his getting out of the bed without a second thought. Her chest ached, but there was no arguing with him about it. She’d tried that in the beginning, and he’d stated, ā€œI’ll come back after, whatever it is.ā€ but he never did and pointing that out to him as well. He’d gotten annoyed with her for keeping track of him, had muttered, ā€œIt’s not bloody necessary to track my every move.ā€ So, she’d not done so anymore, she stopped fighting him about it not being fair that he spent five nights a week with Christy and only two with her. She felt that pained ache inside her chest, as if someone was just squeezing her heart and tears welled up, but she didn’t let them fall, just blinked them away. ā€˜What else was knew’ was what she thought absently to herself. It was also what she wanted to say out loud, but she didn’t. There was no point he would leave anyway. This was how it had been for the past four months. The only difference now was that she just said nothing about him leaving, rolled over away from him and pretended not to care, when it hurt to know he was choosing Christy once more. Her and Anthony’s Mate bond was falling apart, and he didn’t even look to care about it, he had a new younger Mate to entertain him. She was rapidly just becoming the Luna that held the pack together and nothing else. One day soon it was likely he was going to forget she was even part of this pack. A part of her was starting to regret her choice to let what had happened go. Something she’d done for the sake of their Mate bond and them staying together. She’d convinced herself he still loved her, that it wasn’t like he was cheating on her, because Christy was his Mate too, and so she’d tried to just move on past him, breaking his promise to her. Anthony had brought her flowers and apologized many times. After he’d had sεx with Christy in the Alpha Suite, he’d sent gifts to her and tried to spend more time with her after he’d hurt her, and realized how badly it was affecting their Mate Bond. Put in an effort for a solid month to try and bring them closer like they’d used to be. It had been a month of being unhappy and tired and grumpy for both him and her, before she’d finally accepted, that he was actually sorry. He looked tired and worn out to her, as much as she had been, and Kendrick had told her he wasn’t sleeping well, being at odds with her like they were. It was the first time they’d ever spent so much time unhappy and, apart from each other, she’d not let him touch her once in that month, she shifted her hand or turned away. Ignored the half-knowing smiles she saw from Christy as she watched their Mate Bond of 20 years being torn apart at her own hands. It made Mischa wonder what kind of person it took to knowingly and willingly set out to destroy another’s Mate Bond, be happy about watching it slowly get destroyed. She’d wondered more than a few times why Selena had sent this she-wolf to their pack and paired her with Anthony. Was he supposed to choose between them? Or had they together been the people that were supposed to turn Christy’s ugly nature into something better? Show her that things could be good even when one had to share what was theirs. She thought that was supposed to be it, seeing as both she and Anthony had accepted Christy, only Christy hadn’t changed at all. This situation could well have seen her nature become worse she supposed. She didn’t know anything about her previous life. Now here she was alone once more, while Anthony returned to the Alpha Suite where Christy now resided, even though not all her things had been moved into it, half of them were still in the Luna Suite. That she-wolf had told Anthony that was because she needed a few things in there for when she slept there, but, of course, she’d willingly move back to the Luna Suite when Mischa wasn’t mad at him anymore, and wanted to move back into the Alpha Suite with him. Mischa, however, knew this was not the case. It was so that Mischa also couldn’t reside within the Luna Suite, effectively telling Mischa she wasn’t the pack’s Luna because she didn’t live in either the Alpha or Luna Suite, but Christy now coveted both suites. Anthony had seen no issue with it, seeing as Mischa had told him she wasn’t going back to the suite at all. He’d stopped trying to convince her to go back to it, couldn’t after the third time she’d walked past it and seen them both coming out of there first thing in the morning. He’d looked guilty at first and then just said nothing after a week of it, even though he’d promised Christy wouldn’t be allowed in there anymore. She’d never left it after that first time in there with him. But no longer did Mischa care to play the game at all. Not even Laud cared to take part in sx with her Mate when it happened. It wasn’t like before either, not hours of endless pleasure, it kind of felt a bit rushed to her, as if he was just going through the motions and each time it was getting shorter as well. That told her how much he enjoyed sεx with Chrisy more than he did with her as well. She felt his lips press against her bare shoulder in a soft kiss, something she’d once loved about him, even in her half sleeping state, she’d been able to smile at feeling it. He’d never in 20 years not done that when he was getting up to leave their bed for training or anything at all. Now it felt redundant to her, as if it was just something that was ingrained into him, just autopilot mode, she thought, not because he meant it. She was still his Mate, and she still loved him, but in moments like this she wished she didn’t, but two decades together was really hard to let go of, when he was the other half of her soul. The moment she heard the door close, her fist balled against the center of her chest and those tears she held back rolled down her cheeks. It hurt to know he was willingly pulling away from her, he, as her Mate should know when she was in pain, but he either blipped over it or no longer cared to feel if she was upset. That month of apology was long gone, and she was right back to being pushed aside. Only now it was willingly on his part, she felt. The first time she’d not argued with him about leaving, he’d stopped and stared at her, then had smiled and even thanked her for understanding Christy needed him. Now he just told her Christy wanted to speak with him and got up and left without so much as a second thought. She was left alone in a bed that smelled like him, something she now both loved and hated at the same time. 20 years together and he was letting it go is what she saw and easily so, because his younger Mate was insecure and apparently couldn’t even measure up to his other Mate a reigning Luna of two decades. Mischa could make her feel small and intimidated at times. Christy used that at every turn, stating she sometimes felt helpless or useless because Mischa was so accomplished at everything, that there was no need for Christy to be there in the pack. Mischa sat and watched him listen to Christy’s softly spoken words, as the tears brimmed, and she looked sad and sometimes defeated even with Mischa right there. Christy had appeared to be putting Mischa on a pedestal but then had also made it look as if she could never reach up and touch it at the same time. Anthony looked at Mischa sometimes with an almost helpless look of ā€˜What can I do but comfort her?’ He had two Mates that weren’t mated to each other. Had told her they’d been mated for 20 years, that their bond was strong enough to get through a few rough years of this new situation they found themselves in until Chirsty truly felt like she was Mischa’s equal. What was a few years in the grand scheme of things, that he also wanted to create the same strong and unbreakable bond with Christy that they had. When he’d done that, everything would settle down, that if she could bear with it. This pack would be stronger for it in the end. She had understood that, from his point of view, of course, he would want a strong bond with his new mate. What she didn’t understand was him letting Christy eclipse their bond. He’d wanted in the beginning to split his time 50/50, but now it was like 80/20 and that 20% was rapidly dwindling as well. He might be here two nights a week, but they only had sx once a week for the most part. Every other week, that other night, he was gone before they even went to bed. Arrived and within 30 minutes to an hour he was called away by Christy and just didn’t come back. VI Pain on top of Pain She was willing to bet that within six more months he wouldn’t even come to her room at all. Just retire to the Alpha Suite with his second Mate every single night. They’d be broken completely soon, and he didn’t care to realize it. Though she thought he had to feel it, but could only guess it was okay in his mind for her to be bound to him, but nothing to him eventually. He had Christy now, and so he wasn’t the one who slept alone at night. Bonded pairs weren’t designed to sleep apart all the time, it hurt. But only she hurt within their mate bond, because he had a bond with another that could, she knew, outweigh his and hers. Christy wasn’t just calling him back to her, she was trying to imprint herself over everything she and Anthony had once had, and the moment he stopped coming to this room altogether, that was the moment she knew Christy had won. She and Christy were chalk and cheese. Christy was young, outgoing and fun, whereas Mischa was 41, smart, sensible and responsible. She could run this pack without Anthony, and she knew it, because she’d been here to help rebuild it and knew the business' inside and out. Christy couldn’t do that if her life depended on it, and she could see that at some point she would be managing everything while Anthony was always off having fun with Christy. Their lives hadn’t been fun, always struggling to keep the pack together, it had been serious and filled with worry all the time. Christy had come along only after all that, and Anthony liked being able to spend time with her in that playful, fun manner that she and he had missed out on, because they’d been too busy trying to save this pack. He was, she thought, reliving his younger days with Christy, and Mischa, to him, was older and too mature and sensible to be like Christy. What he’d forgotten was that all wolves liked to play, but his wolf Shade had not once called Laud out to play since Christy’s wolf Sunny had become his second wolfen mate. She got up from the bed and pushed out through the French doors onto the balcony and stood nakid out in the bracing cold of the beginning of winter season, maybe the oncoming chill would freeze her heart completely, and she’d have the strength to leave, reject the other half of her soul and go through the pains of rejection. She didn’t know if it would just hurt or if it would kill her, breaking an Alpha Luna bond of 20 years could she knew kill one of them if not both of them. He thought everything was fine, he was getting his cake and eating it too. Maybe it would just kill her and not him. She turned her face up to the moon, ā€œWhen it happens, Selena, don’t make me a Luna again. I don’t want the responsibility of holding a pack together at the cost of my own heart or my wolf's heart. We’ll be happy just being regular Joe's,ā€ she told their Goddess. For now, she was still the Luna to this pack, granted by Selena herself, ā€œI will not fail this pack, or those that live here, even if one day Anthony fails me completely. I will stay until I truly know I am not needed, but then, I will leave, and you’ll release me, to live a new better life elsewhere. That is the deal I make with you, my Goddess. ā€œMy oath to you, Moon Goddess, for the blessing you gave me that lasted two decades. But this new blessing you gave my Mate, I reject her as being seen as a blessing in my eyes. She is unworthy of being Luna. ā€œI feel your choice was wrong on that she-wolf. I’m sorry I state something so unforgivable of the one that created us, gave us life and blesses us with the other half of our souls. It is just my opinion. Do not take it to heart or punish this pack for my thoughts on the matter.ā€ She stood out there in the cold until she was numb, watched the moon fall beyond the tree line of the pack and promised herself she would attend every request that was asked of her and be the perfect Luna always until the day came when she was truly not needed. Even though she didn’t really want to be anymore, she knew she would know the day when it came because she would simply not care about whatever it was that she was seeing and that would be it, the day she left. How it would happen? She couldn’t say. When it would happen? She didn’t know. It could be a month or a year, five years from now, she didn’t know. Where she would be when that moment came, or how she was living when it happened, were also things that were uncertain in her mind. She would simply feel nothing and see no point in being here at all anymore. That was the one thing she was certain of about her impending departure. Though the part of her that clung to the belief that the will of their Goddess was how they should live, was still hoping that Anthony’s words about everything would settle down in a few years, that it was just a rough patch; they were true. That one day, Christy wouldn’t see her as not a threat to her own Mate Bond and stop trying to eclipse her in every way, and the three of them could live in harmony with each other. That Anthony’s time would be spent equally between the two of them, but she doubted it at the same time. Two years had passed and though Christy’s ways to eclipse her had become more subtle, Mischa saw it all for what it was even if others inside this pack did not. She returned to her suite and stripped that bed and tossed the linen down the laundry shute, remade it and got into her bed. The room was cold and aired completely. She did not bother to close the balcony doors and left them open to sleep in the mind-numbing cold. Maybe, just maybe she wouldn’t feel so lonely if she couldn’t stop thinking about being freezing cold. She heard Laud huff inside her mind but didn’t shift them to her wolfen form, allowed Mischa to do as she pleased. It took a long time to fall asleep, but she managed it only to wake up with pains in her lower abdomen and she half snorted. Of course, her heat would come now when she’d opted to finally just be in the background. Anthony pushed into her bedroom and frowned at how cold the room was. She’d gotten up and closed the doors only because she was in heat, and wouldn’t risk herself to those un-mated wolves of the pack. Then he smiled at her as he started pulling his shorts off. He’d been at morning training. She could tell from his attire, bare-footed and bare-chested. Even as rough and difficult as their Mate Bond had been for the past two years, she knew he still enjoyed her heat. Though even to her, it already felt different, she wasn't rushing to climb on him as she once would have, and she wondered if that was because of their fading Mate Bond. Something that once saw her think about in a happy, excited way. Because she had enjoyed it, so had Laud and Anthony and his wolf Shade. He’d always been attentive to her needs in this department, she would be in heat she knew for just four days. Had been having two heats a year since the moment they were marked and mated, something Anthony thought was another blessing from Selena, that he got to enjoy not one, but two heats a year with her. He was climbing on the bed, leaning over her, smiling down at her. ā€œWe should have an heir this year, a son who is big and strong.ā€ He told her and claimed her mouth with his. He’d completely forgotten he’d abandoned her last night for Christy. Her heat was, it appeared, all consuming for him right this minute, and once where it would have been for her, she wasn’t now, was lying there while he mated her furiously thinking about those words he’d just stated. A pup, a son and heir for the pack? It wasn’t something they had discussed in a very long time, not since making the decision to stabilize the pack and have it be prosperous before opting to have a pup of their own. She was rolled over in that bed and pulled up onto all fours as he took her once more, and she knew she realized, he did talk about that with Christy. They talked about it every time Christy went into heat. She recalled Christy’s words right as Anthony knotted himself to her with a groan. ā€œI’ll give you a good strong heir, I’m healthy and can have pups. We’ll have one right away.ā€ Christy had stated. Mischa understood hearing those words that Christy thought she and Anthony didn’t have an heir after 20 years of being mated to each other because she thought Mischa couldn’t conceive. She clearly had no idea that Mischa was on wolfen birth control, and it was a joint decision between herself and Anthony. Right this minute, even Anthony had seemed to have forgotten that himself, had mated her furiously and was now knotted to her, she heard the smile in his voice as he held her body to his. ā€œSweetheart, what do you want to name our son when he’s born?ā€ She closed her eyes and refrained from sighing, refrained from stating 'what do you care', held that in as well. She felt his mouth touch her ear, and he hummed at her when she didn’t answer him. ā€œOn wolfen birth control, remember.ā€ She stated finally, seeing as he’d clearly forgotten.

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The Moon Goddess gifted my husband of years a second Mate. ā€œI’m sorry. But she’s my fated mate too,ā€ he said and claimed her before all the pack members. From that moment on, my marriage was split into two. Everything I had, I had to share with Christy.— My husband. My home. Even my money. I didn’t make a scene. Because in our world, it was called "the Goddess’ will". I just counted, writing down every single hurt and humiliation in my diary. — And when there was 100, I would just reject him. That day came sooner than I expected. "I have to leave. Christy's heat came early,ā€ he apologized, forgetting I was also in my heat, also the fact that two she-wolves who shared one Mate never went into heat at the same time. ā€œShe’s too young to cope with her jealousy,ā€ he said nonchalantly when I revealed her little dirty trick. I sneered. ā€œAnd I’m mature enough to save myself from this torture. I, Mischa Dean, reject you, Anthony Trenery, as my mate and Alpha. And I cut all ties with your pack.ā€ I hurled my diary at his face and strode out. The little jealous omega could have him all to herself now. And I will have my new life. ***** Mischa had been mated to Alpha Anthony Trenery of the Night Whispers Pack for two decades now. They had a good, strong bond filled with love and happiness even though their lives were more than difficult at times. They’d decided when coming together early in their mate bond to put off having an heir or heirs for their pack. That they needed to focus upon the growing of the pack’s businesses. She ran the accounting company and kept track of all the pack's funds, was vigilant in their spending decisions, because when they’d taken over the pack it was in the red, and the pack owed money to a lot of other packs as well as human banks. Finally, they were completely in the black. No longer did they have loans to pay back to humans or other wolfen packs that had helped them out over the past two decades. They were also now a bigger, stronger and healthier pack, with more reliable businesses to support them. It had taken the two of them a mighty effort of complete devotion to clearing out the debts left behind, that no one knew the former Alpha and Luna had run up, until they’d taken over and seen if for themselves. She’d never have believed it if she’d not seen it with her own two eyes, and they’d sat down and had to talk it out, weighed the pros and cons of disbanding the pack or trying to rebuild it, and become viable and keep the wolves that lived here together instead of scattered all over the place. She’d already had her accounting degree but was fresh out of uni, and going through the funding situation had been hard for her, and even harder for Anthony to hear, being it was his own parents that had sunk the pack into debt and told no one how bad it was. But in the end they’d opted to try and save the pack, and although it had been difficult for them to do. They’d worked their way through the hardship and survived it. Tonight was the very first mating ball to be held by them since taking over. They simply just couldn’t afford to waste pack funds on it. The pack members had all understood and been allowed to go off to other packs of their own accord for mating balls if they wished over those years. Tonight was an event they’d planned together, how they’d be holding mating balls in the future as well. Only two a year, they were costly and though their pack was in the black now, they didn’t want to use a lot of funds on mating balls at this time, they would set more up as the years past when they had more available funds to do so. It was a simple sit-down dinner, where everyone came dressed in smart casual clothing and could mingle at will with the other packs. Any mating prior to the full moon had to be out of sight in one or another's accommodation, so there would be fewer issues for pairs scenting each other out. She stood as always next to Anthony to greet the arriving Alphas. Only one pack was unknown to them, but it came through a known affiliated pack. They were said to be safe and wouldn’t cause them any issues. She and Anthony were hoping for some pairing up tonight, and she smiled at the comments from their Allied Alphas about finally, they were holding a mating ball, and those that knew the true hardship she and Anthony had been through, over the last two decades smiled and congratulated them on beating the odds, and them now having a prosperous pack. She was happy with how things were going and sat down to eat her meal, smiled and chatted with the other Alphas at the table. Her own Mate, Anthony, smiled at her as he always did. What she’d not seen coming was as the moon set her own Alpha Mate of 20 years, nostrils flaring and him breathing in all deeply; as he scented out a second Mate. Her eyes widened, as she watched him just stand up and leave the table, to go and hunt the one he scented. Many eyes were on him, they all knew she was his Goddess-Gifted Mate. They were the same age and scented each other out at 19, inside this very room the full moon after he’d come home from Alpha College. Mischa was more than shocked as she watched Anthony step right up to she-wolf and just reach out and touch her face all soft and lovingly. She’d braced herself to feel the pains of betrayal, right there in front of all their allies, and she’d even felt Paul, her Gamma’s hand on her arm, as he also readied himself to try and ease the pain they all thought she was going to feel. She had not stood up or even objected to Anthony’s scenting of a second Mate, wouldn’t protest against it even though a part of her wanted to. This was the will of their Goddess, that he was getting a second Mate, and here inside this pack they believed one should accept their Goddess-Gifted Mate. Anthony’s hand cupped that she-wolf’s face, and she felt absolutely nothing, not a single pain of betrayal at all. Paul frowned a little, and she sighed with relief and murmured. ā€œIs the will of Selena, so she grants me no pain.ā€ Though a part of her was unhappy about her loyal, loving Alpha Mate now having a new and likely much younger Mate on his arm. She knew that he wasn’t going to reject her, she’d been gifted to him by Selena, so of course, he would accept that she-wolf. She gently removed Paul’s hand from her arm. ā€œIt’s fine… is meant to be.ā€ She’d stated softly, all she could do was accept it. If it was a lie or some sort of magic to trick him, she'd have felt the pains of betrayal, but there were none. So she just sat there and watched as Anthony lay his verbal claim upon that she-wolf, for all in this room to hear without any hesitation. ā€œMy pack, I have been blessed by Selena herself, with a second Mate and Luna,ā€ he'd announced, and she’d even heard the pride in his voice as he’d spoken. He was very happy with this. Had yet to even look at Mischa regarding him getting a second Mate; to see what she thought of it. She’d been eclipsed by a new Mate and Luna for the pack in a heartbeat. He was supposed to love and cherish only her, but now he had someone else to love and cherish, a she-wolf that barely looked old enough to be here at this mating ball. Likely only just turned 18 a moon or two back, she thought absently to herself. That girl's smile faulted instantly at Anthony’s words of her being his second Mate and Luna, and her eyes had moved around the room to look right at her. Mischa had nodded her head ever so slightly to the girl. Who’d turned back to Anthony and bowed her head to him, stated in softly spoken words, ā€œI am happy, Alpha, and will work alongside your first Mate, to learn from her to be your perfect Luna.ā€ Anthony had laughed. ā€œMischa is loving and kind and will be a good friend and confidante to you, as well as to teach you all that is needed and the three of us will be truly happy together.ā€ Then he had walked that she-wolf over to the table she was sitting at, and smiled at Mischa ā€œSweetheart, I was blessed by Selena once more. This is Christy.ā€ He introduced the girl to her. She felt many eyes upon her from not only at this table but from the room. It was a very unusual set of circumstances to be seen. She did know that when one wolf got gifted two Mates it was usually at the same time, not 20 years apart. That the one wolf, if his or her Mates were from different packs, they would have to choose one over the other. But Anthony was an Alpha Wolf, and he reigned over this pack so he could choose to have both of them as his Mates, because they’d all live here. This was what he was doing. He’d not even thought about it, not even so much as taken Mischa's thoughts into account about him having a new Mate. No, he’d just accepted Christy and announced her right away, expecting Mischa to just accept it and that was the end of it. Mischa wasn’t about to throw a fit or even argue it there was no point; he’d made his decision already. The Goddess had blessed him was how he’d put it. She wasn’t that kind of person, arguments were only to be had if she could win the verbal battle, which she knew she couldn’t right this very minute. It was also not her place to tell him who he could or couldn’t be mated to, if he was gifted a second Mate. It was entirely up to him to accept or reject that she-wolf. ā€œHello, Christy.ā€ Mischa greeted his new Mate, and she saw the way that she-wolf instantly moved closer to Anthony and hugged into him. ā€œIt’s the will of the Goddess, please Luna don’t ask him to reject me,ā€ Christy stated with a slight tremble to her soft voice. Mischa raised an eyebrow at her ā€œI wouldn’t dare to. If Anthony accepts you, then so do I,ā€ she countered the girls between the line's accusation. She understood in that one moment this she-wolf was out to cause trouble, and wanted Anthony to see Mischa was unreasonable, and appear to be unwilling to accept her as a second Luna to this pack. Mischa wouldn’t play that game, her eyes moved to Anthony, and he was frowning down at Christy, he wasn’t what she would call a stupid man, and had also picked up on there was no greeting from Christy to Mischa, just an unspoken accusation that Mischa would want to tear them apart. ā€œChristy, what was that? Mischa would never come between us, and you just accuse her of it right away. I brought you over here just to say hello,ā€ he stated and removed her hand from his arm. Mischa refused to allow the smile that wanted to touch her face to reach it as she heard the disappointment in Anthony’s voice about what he was seeing and hearing. She watched as Christy kind of looked up at him in surprise, that he would not only defend his current Mate and Luna, but step away from Christy herself, to look down at her in disapproval. This she-wolf had thought Anthony would come to her defense instantly, and be drawn into her innocence, and I’m afraid of your first Mate, act. That she was so clearly putting on for all in this room to see. She didn’t know him at all, and had played that hand way too soon, but Mischa now understood herself this was going to be something Christy would do all the time. She was already scheming inside her mind on how to push out a Luna and Mate of 20 years, so she could be the only Mate and Luna to this, her and Anthony’s hard earned pack. II CH 2 Mischa didn’t think this she-wolf's schemes would work on Anthony. He was not only level-headed, but they had grown up here inside this pack together, and he knew everything about her, including her own nature. That she would never harm anyone without due cause, that she certainly wouldn’t harm his other Mate. That she wouldn’t get in between them or try and stop them from spending time together. He knew that she also believed in the will of the Goddess. So, accepting that he’d been gifted a second Mate, was actually what she would do even if she was unhappy about it, she’d come to terms with it and accept it. She wouldn’t fight against it or try to make him choose between them. This new Mate of his, Christy, should have taken the time to solidify her bond with Anthony, be marked and mated before trying anything stupid like this. That would see her pitted up against his first Luna and Mate of 20 years. She knew nothing about either of them, or their temperaments. She should have learned that before scheming. ā€œI… I’m sorry. I was just nervous that she’d want to harm me… You’re her Mate first and Luna’s are… Possessive.ā€ Christy tried to explain her prior statement. ā€œAs are Alphas,ā€ Mischa stated right back. ā€œHere inside the Night Whispers pack, a Mate is a Mate. If I were to get a second Mate, Anthony would accept it as I am of him being gifted you, Christy. Don’t fear me, I’m happy to have a fellow Luna to share the duties of running this pack with.ā€ She smiled at her. Anthony chuckled softly and looked at Mischa. ā€œI’d be very jealous, sweetheart, of another getting to have you, butā€¦ā€ he took a breath in ā€œI would accept it, as the will of our Goddess, Selena.ā€ Mischa smiled right at him. ā€œI know darling.ā€ She stated, ā€œSuch a good, kind, loving and loyal Mate you’ve always been.ā€ She’d reached out and put her hand in his, and he’d raised it right to his lips and kissed the back of it. His way of showing his gratitude for her gracious acceptance of his new Mate. Christy, however, gasped and tears welled up in her eyes as she watched the display of affection between them. ā€œYou don’t want me,ā€ she sobbed, and then was just gone, running off, away from them through the crowded ballroom. Anthony blinked in complete shock and stood there staring after her, he’d not once said he didn’t want her, he’d even claimed her for all to hear. It wasn’t expected that those words would come from her, let alone for her to run away. He looked to her hand and then to her and Mischa shook her head. ā€œShe felt no pains of betrayal, because I felt none when you touched her.ā€ she told him what she knew to be the truth. ā€œSweetheart, I must go andā€¦ā€ he trailed off as he looked at her a little uncertain for the first time. ā€œOf course, I understand Anthony, go and find your second Mate. She appears young and very...ā€ She trailed off. Who the h*ll knew, she couldn’t say scheming to him. She let go of his hand and waved him off to go after the girl. Then she just sat back down in her seat and picked up her wine glass and took a controlled sip from it. She wanted to down the entire glass but would not let that be seen by all in this room. The Alphas at her table were looking at her with knowing looks. She just nodded, acknowledging that it hadn’t escaped their attention that this new Mate of Anthony’s was trying to manipulate things before she was even Marked and Mated. She and Christy had not scented each other out, and therefore would have to share their Mate’s attention between them, and no Mate wanted to share with another. Christy’s own Alpha sighed from his seat at the table. ā€œMy apologies, Luna, that one is new to my pack; her mother mated into mine just two moons back. I don’t know her well, she appeared pleasant to me.ā€ ā€œHmm, she is how old?ā€ Mischa asked. ā€œTurned 18 inside my pack,ā€ he answered her. ā€œHmm, very young. Me not so much. She is getting a Mate that already has a Mate, something I’m guessing can bring out many different sides to a she-wolf, that is expecting to suddenly become a Luna, only to find out her Mate already has a Luna. ā€œDon’t concern yourself with it too much. Anthony won’t stand for scheming games, is level-headed, he will likely only mark and mate her if she is seen to be genuinely accepting of the three-way mate bond. She and I didn’t scent each other out, are not Mate’s that complicates things a bit, I dare say. ā€œShe’ll have to willingly accept that she has to share him with me. He is not about to reject me, his Mate and Luna of 20 years for her… one he doesn’t know and is currently acting like a petulant, jealous child for all to see. Something I don’t and won’t do. ā€œHe’ll want to have both of us as his Mates. I do know this, and if young Christy isn’t willing to even try to accept this, then he’ll likely reject her for her not accepting the will of the Goddess.ā€ She told him, ā€œI’m patient and will wait and see what happens.ā€ She sipped her wine once more. ā€œYou seem to be handling it well, at ease with all this going on around you, Luna, when most would be at least upset,ā€ he stated. ā€œI’m not overly happy about it, Alpha, but what can I do about it? It’s not for me to make Anthony’s decisions for him. Only Anthony can choose to accept or reject Christy. I felt no pains of betrayal, so it is likely meant to be, and I am willing to accept what it is that Selena has planned for this pack,ā€ she stated simply. She would not be the one in this three-way mate bond, which she was certain was about to happen, to pitch a fit and act as if she couldn’t handle it. This may be out of her control, but she could handle it with grace and stay calm in the face of things she didn’t like or truly know how to handle, until she found a way to do so. That was something she’d learned long ago. Panicking about the unknown didn’t help you resolve the issue before you. There had been a lot of panic at times trying to rebuild and bring this pack back to stability, and she’d overcome it all, one thing at a time. This was going to be just like that, she supposed. She would likely find a way to deal with Christy’s schemes if Anthony marked and mated her, if that she-wolf continued to try and use that innocent act, and wouldn’t give up on trying to push her out of Anthony’s life. There was at present nothing else she could do at this point, only sit and wait on the outcome of the night was all. She did wonder though if Christy was smart enough to talk her way out of being seen as petty and jealous just now. None had threatened her, and Anthony hadn’t once voiced he didn’t want her, so her act was all going to have to be apologized for, and she was going to have to explain to him why she responded that way, when Mischa had not once presented herself as a threat, had in fact welcomed her. That she’d run off after seeing affection go between herself and Anthony, something that all fully bonded pairs did, something that she-wolf would also have to get used to seeing as well. ā€œFilled with she-wolf jealousy is my bet, and that, Luna Mischa, is never a good thing,ā€ Alpha Nicholas stated as he leaned back in his chair. ā€œIt won’t end well if she remains the same. Been on the receiving end of that myself.ā€ She nodded, she knew his tale; this pack had been allied to his while he’d been trying to claim his Luna, Lucinda. ā€œMm, I’m not so young as she is, or immature either. I can handle myself and most situations in a calm and rational manner, unlike her, it seems.ā€ She stated with a half-smile and sipped her wine, then motioned for it to be refilled once more. ā€œThat I dare say will be the very difference between the two of you,ā€ Nicholas nodded. ā€œIf you need a break from what I foresee as trouble brewing, come on down to the Rising Blue Lotus, for a well-earned rest. Braidy’s Mate just opened up a day spa on the edge of the pack. I’m certain she and her team can massage away or soak away any tension.ā€ She smiled at him. ā€œI may just take you up on that, Nicholas.ā€ ā€œIt would be my pleasure, Luna Mischa.ā€ He’d tipped his glass to her and they’d both sipped their wine. She’d sat there and presided over the mating ball for the rest of the night. She’d waited for Anthony to come back and tell her what he was going to do, give her an explanation as to Christy’s attitude, but it had not come at all. She’d attempted to connect with him just once, just after 10pm and shut it down very quickly felt that he was mating out there, so he’d claimed that girl and was marking and mating her. She’d mentioned it to his unit, and they’d all kind of just stared at her as if to say 'are you kidding?' She’d just nodded, there was nothing she could do about it. The Mate Bond had either gotten him or Christy had played her sweet and innocent act, come up with some plausible reason as to why she had been like that, and then likely turned on the charm and he and his wolf had been enticed into mating her and claiming her officially. Yet again, he’d done that without consulting her or even informing her that he would be doing that tonight. She’d gone to bed alone, walked up to the Alpha Suite, his unit all there with her, and she’d sighed, ā€œI hate to be a bother, but is it possible one of you could stay here until Anthony comes back? I don’t want that she-wolf in my suite. Until all things have been discussed properly, he’ll have to understand, considering he didn’t discuss anything with me prior to this and sitting down and sorting out how this is going to work. ā€œPlease inform Anthony and his new Mate, that they can stay in the Luna Suite for the night. I’m happy he got a Mate but unhappy he has gone a head and done things without a proper discussion first. I don’t want to wake up to the sound of my Mate having sεx with his other Mate inside my suite.ā€ They all just nodded and Kendrick, their Beta, had stated, ā€œI’ll wait up for him. Best that comes from me. If he doesn’t understand and opts to try and bring her inside, what do you want, Mischa?ā€ ā€œTell him to respect my wishes. It's just one night, and he can spend that night curled up with his new Mate in the Luna Suite. It’s as plush as his own. If he opts not to respect my wishes for even one night, I guess I know exactly where I’ll stand with him and his new Mate.ā€ III CH 3 Mischa had accepted the fact that he had a second Mate, and he’d hugged her the following day after claiming Christy, told Mischa he loved her so very much, even more for her accepting Christy into their Mate bond. She’d only had one request regarding their three-person mate bond, where she and Christy shared only him between them. Which had been that Christy reside in the Luna Suite, that was her designated suite, and Mischa remained in the Alpha Suite. She had been his Mate and Luna for 20 years, and had earned the right to stay in there. He’d looked at Christy, and she’d nodded and stated, "I'm okay with that." Neither she nor Christy had wanted to live in the same suite as each other, because they weren’t mated to each other. Both saw it as standard for a Mate bond like this, for there to be separate rooms. Anthony had been happy about them agreeing to this and he'd agreed as well. The one being shared also got to choose where and who they slept with on a nightly basis. She’d told him at Christy’s frown, as she’d had to watch him pull Mischa on to his lap, in his office that morning. After being away from her for the entire night, he wanted to hold her and be close to her, tell her he’d missed her. Christy hadn’t liked seeing that at all, and she had stated, ā€œI think there should be a schedule to make it fair to both of us, like me, say Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday and you take the alternate days.ā€ She’d not even used Mischa’s name. Misha had leaned into Anthony and hugged him, told him she’d missed him too, as she'd watched Christy's reaction to it, then stated, ā€œI don’t think we should put constraints on our Mate like that, and I think Anthony can pick and choose each and every night who he wants to be with, as is his right.ā€ She’d also not missed that Christy had opted to give herself four nights a week and Mischa only three. Right off the bat, this she-wolf was trying to take control of their mate bond. She had some balls, that was for sure. Anthony, on the other hand had, had a better idea. ā€œI’ll rotate days between you both. I think that is fair, so one night with you Christy, then one night with Mischa, on a continually rotating basis. That way, each of you gets a four-night week and a three-night week, exactly half of each month. Otherwise, one of you will get 16 days and the other only 12; that is not fair.ā€ He’d also promised her he’d never bed Christy in their suite, especially their bed, and then, at Christy’s pout, he’d laid down the same rule for her, that he’d never bed Misha in Christy’s suite or bed; again making it fair. He’d told Christy he’d open up a few walls and create her a proper suite just like his and Mischa’s for when they had pups. Misha hadn’t objected, just nodded and told him and Christy that was a good idea. He had been trying, she knew, to keep both of them happy, trying to work this new three-person mate bond out in a way that suited them all. ā€œWe’re newly mated,ā€ Christy had murmured, ā€œand you two have been mated for decades. I want a little more time with you to bond properly.ā€ ā€œYou’ll go into heat in a week and get to have him all to yourself for 3 to 7 days,ā€ Mischa commented casually. ā€œYou’ll interrupt it.ā€ Christy had muttered. ā€œI will not. I have no interest in separating you from Anthony at all. You should, however, come over here and let him initiate you. He’s not done that yet.ā€ Mischa had stood up and even picked up the pack blade for him and held it out to him, showing him she was accepting of everything. Only now a year and a half later, she was not in the Alpha Suite, nor was she in the Luna Suite. She’d moved herself out of the Alpha Suite six months ago when she’d walked into it and pushed into her bedroom to find Anthony and Christy having sεx in her and Anthony’s bed. She’d come to a stand still at the sight of them and then her anger got the better of her. She and her wolf Laud had grated out his name for him to hear their anger at what was going on in their bed. Something he’d promised would never happen. Only to have him snarl at her to get the hll out of his bedroom, his aura had rolled at her even before he’d turned to see who it was. Christy had looked right at her and smirked as if to say 'you know you can’t beat me.' ā€œFine,ā€ had been the only word that had come from her. She was his equal and could in fact ignore his aura, but had turned and walked from the suite, left at his order and then had moved herself into a suite down the hall, across from the Delta’s suite. She’d had omegas go in and collect all her belongings when she’d felt him leave that suite, not just her clothes, everything that was hers and moved, had them set up in her new room down the hall. They’d not understood it, why she was moving out of the Alpha Suite, when she’d lived in there for the past two decades, and for the first time since Christy had come into this pack and started eclipsing her position, she’d not cared to keep quite as to why she was moving out. Told her omegas that the Alpha had ordered her to get out of the suite. It was in fact true he had done so. That hadn’t gone down so well with Anthony when he’d realized she’d actually moved out of the suite, and not just left it to come back later when she’d calmed down. He’d thought she was just angry about him breaking his promise, and so he had opted to sleep in Christy’s suite that night. He had left her be, because he actually understood he was in the wrong, and she had a right to be angry. But what he’d not realized until the following evening, when he’d gone to the Alpha Suite to shower and change, probably apologize for his mistake. That her side of the closet was empty, not a single thing was left in there of her, not even her jewelry. That she had in fact moved out completely, and he’d had to go looking for her, he hadn’t seen her all day either. She’d opted to work from her new suite because she wasn’t in any mood to deal with a smug Christy, or her own Mate who had broken his one promise to her. He’d found her sitting in that suite across from Derek's with many of her things setup in there around her. She’d already made herself comfortable in there. He’d been completely shocked at the realization that she’d taken more than just her clothes, but her trinkets and throw rugs, her favorite vase and many of the books that were in the study, they’d shared in that suite. He’d asked her exactly what was going on, and she’d casually closed the book she’d been sitting documenting in, her Luna’s Diary, and looked at him, his worried expression, as he’d sat down on the lounge next to her. She’d stated simply, ā€œYou broke your promise and ordered me to get out of your suite. I did exactly what you wanted.ā€ He’d sighed at her and murmured, ā€œThat’s not what I meant, sweetheart, I’m sorry for what happened. Christy was upset about never having seen inside the Alpha Suite… she just wanted to see what it looked like, she’s only ever been in the Luna Suite, doesn’t feel as if I truly see her as my Luna, because she’s never even walked through the door and seen inside the Alpha’s Suite.ā€ He’d sighed heavily. ā€œI saw no harm in her walking through it and looking around. She was so happy to just be shown the suite, and she kissed me to say thank you for allowing her to see where I lived when not with her and, well… we just got carried away is all, and it resulted in sx. It wasn’t intentional,ā€ he told her. Maybe not on his part, but it had clearly been on Christy’s part. ā€œIn our bed.ā€ Had been Mischa’s words, she could read between the lines, Christy had gotten Anthony to take her into their bedroom, a place she was never allowed to go unless Mischa invited her personally. Just like Mischa wasn’t allowed in Christy’s bedroom. So, once again, she’d been able to make Anthony believe she was innocent in them fking on Mischa’s bed, and he’d bought it. She had gotten him to take her into that room to help her feel more like his Luna, when he’d already given her a fully remodeled suite. He was still blind to her deceptions. Only this time, Christy had used sx to get it past him. She knew exactly what that she-wolf was doing. She’d also not missed in his relaying of what had happened that it had been Christy who had kissed him and gotten him all worked up, she'd done it on purpose, and she knew that, from that one look on Christy’s face, that he’d not seen. She didn’t really understand the she-wolf. It wasn’t like Anthony ignored her, or didn’t give her exactly what she wanted. Her Luna Suite was now as large and plush as the Alpha Suite was, there was room for them to start their family. It was now a four-bedroom suite. She’d gotten her Mate and the title of Luna as well, had a desk in the Luna’s office, was allowed to give Luna Blessings and she spent on a daily basis more time with Anthony than Mischa did. ā€œWell, Anthony, she can now have what she wants, both the Alpha and Luna suites, can’t she! Seeing as she got you to break your promise to me and so easily.ā€ ā€œDon’t be like that Mischa, it won’t happen again,ā€ he’d sighed. ā€œYou’re right, it won’t.ā€ she’d nodded, because she would never set foot in the Alpha Suite again. ā€œYou ordered I get out, I had no choice but to do as you ordered, you are the Alpha.ā€ She told him and watched his eyes widen at her very words. He was racking his brain trying to recall if he’d made it an order or not. She knew it wasn’t for her to move out, just to leave the room. But at that moment it could well have been for all he knew. He and his wolf Shade might not even know they’d done that in that moment, where they were consumed with the need to mate Christy. ā€œI take it back.ā€ He’d huffed after a full minute of thought. ā€œRescind it. If I did that, I can’t say for certain if I did or not.ā€ ā€œNo need. I now understand my place, Anthony. Your new and younger Mate is the one you want to please. I’ll step aside for her. She can move into the actual Alpha Suite. I’ll stay here as is my place.ā€ She’d not been trying to make him feel guilty, she’d simply made the decision to not go back to his suite was all, it was now tainted by that she-wolf, so he could have it all to himself or move that she-wolf in there. ā€œYour place is beside me, Mischa, as it will always be,ā€ he’d stated. ā€œHmmā€ had been her only reaction because she wondered just how long it would be before Christy got the Luna’s office all to herself and had Mischa moved out of it. Christy was currently still undergoing Luna Training, but the moment it was over. Mischa could see Christy was going to push her from it. She wasn’t exactly sure how yet, but she was willing to bet that she-wolf was plotting how already. Just couldn’t do it until she’d actually finished her training was all. IV CH 4 She was just documenting everything that happened in her personal Luna’s Diary, that was casually sitting closed on her lap right that minute; all of Christy’s behavior. It was kind of like a Luna’s Diary, she supposed. Only this one was filled with all the times Christy had manipulated Anthony, pouted or put on a show of waterworks, complained she was just insecure, intimidated by Mischa, or didn’t think she could ever measure up to his first Mate. All the things that saw Anthony wanting to comfort Christy about and how he did that; taking her out shopping or to dinner, to make her feel loved and cherished and to make it up to her, so she'd feel secure in her position as his second Mate. Though Christy had learned not to insult her directly, that brought about full annoyance in Anthony towards her, regardless of if Christy did it with a few tears or indirectly. Which she had a few times in the beginning when she had been more openly trying to separate them so she could spend more time with Anthony then Mischa could; she’d learned the hard way not to do that. Anthony wouldn’t stand for Christy insulting Mischa, and he would come to her defense, because not once had Mischa ever insulted Christy; she wasn’t like that. Wasn’t one to be mean or cruel on purpose. Even now here in this situation, Christy and Anthony’s having sεx in her bed, she’d not blamed Christy; she hadn’t said anything other than he’d broken his promise to her. 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After the crash left me badly injured, my husband and best friend never left my side. I was grateful—until a message came through my new tarot shop. "I did something terrible. What kind of gift makes amends?" I asked what she'd done. Her reply: "I stole my best friend's husbands. Both of them." "The first was a doctor—cold, exactly my type. I s1ept with him. She divorced him for cheating but never knew it was me." "Her current husband? Billionaire CEO. Hotter. Richer. I fell again." "Last month, we drvgged her with sleeping pills, left her passed out in the backseat, and screwed in the front seat while driving. Then we crashed." "We got out. She lost her right leg. Can't have kids anymore." "I feel horrible. How do I make amends?" Every word matched MY story. I went cold. Stared until my vision blurred. Finally typed back: "You want to make amends? TURN. YOURSELF. F*CKING. IN." After the accident, my husband and best friend practically lived in my hospital room. Said they were worried I'd hurt myself. I was so touched. Really gave it my all in rehab. Until my tarot shop pinged. "I did something terrible and want to make amends. What kind of gift should I send?" I typed back. "Depends what you did." The response came instantly. "I stole my best friend's husbands. Both of them." "I swear I didn't plan it. Her first husband was this doctor—cold, controlled, totally my type. She was traveling for work, so I... we hooked up." "She found out he cheated. Divorced him. Never suspected me. I swore—never again." "Then she married this CEO. Even hotter. Loaded. I fell for him too. Meant to keep it casual. Got addicted." "Last month we wanted a thrill. Drvgged her with sleeping pills, left her passed out in the backseat, and screwed in the front while driving. Then the crash happened." "We escaped. She didn't." "Lost her right leg. Messed up her insides—can't ever have kids now." "I feel awful. Can't tell her. Just trying to do something." I couldn't feel my hands. Just then, the shipping notification loaded. Recipient: Zelda Moss. My best friend. Everything went cold. I stared at her name until the letters stopped making sense. Where my leg used to be started screaming, but that was nothing. Nothing compared to what just ripped open inside me. How? This whole month, Zelda stayed by my bed. Fed me. Helped me drink. My husband Troy canceled everything. Wiped me down every day. Took care of everything. They were all I had left. How could they? I felt like I was being torn apart. Couldn't breathe. Grabbed my phone. Called my ex-husband Aaron. He picked up fast. "Jess?" I went straight. "Was it Zelda? The one you cheated with?" Dead silence. Then Aaron's voice came through quiet. "Jess, I was stupid. So stupid. I wanted to tell you, but Zelda said if you knew it was your best friend, you'd completely fall apart. That's why—" My heart just... broke. I hung up. Tears just came. Suddenly I was back there. Four years ago. I'd been drowning in work. Ignored Aaron. When I finally surfaced, I found women's underwear in his coat. Not mine. I remember crying. Grabbing my ch//est. Asking him over and over. "Who?" He just pulled at his hair. Looked destroyed. Never said her name. So I divorced him. My childhood best friend Troy flew back from overseas the second he heard. Old family money. Been in love with me since we were kids. Showed up at my door with red eyes. "Don't shut me out. Let me be here. I'll take care of you." And Zelda. When I got really sick, it was Zelda who stayed with me the whole time. Recovery was brutal. I was weak for months. Zelda acted heartbroken for me. Did everything to make me smile. And Troy never complained once. He cooked, cleaned, even blew on my tea to cool it down. Back then I thought they were all I had. Turns out I was just an fvcking idi0t. Betrayed twice. By the people I trusted most. Everything in front of me just... collapsed. I remembered two years ago when I finally said yes to Troy. He lit up like a kid. Pulled me close. "Jess, I got you. Forever." Zelda had tears in her eyes. "Me too. I'm your best friend. No one's gonna hurt you. Not ever." Guess forever was just two years to them. Huh. I laughed. Hollow sound. Opened my drawer. Grabbed the bottle of painkillers for my phantom leg. Dumped them in my mouth. Handful after handful. Until nothing was left. But the pain just kept coming. I tasted blood. Footsteps pounded outside. Someone screamed. "JESS!" Next second, everything went black. When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital bed. Troy sat next to me, looking exhausted. But when he saw I was awake, he didn't ask if I was okay. He just frowned, annoyed. "Jess, can you stop being so dramatic? You know what happened when Zelda saw you like that? She passed out. She's still getting fluids next door." "Your life matters, but hers doesn't? It's been a MONTH. How long are you gonna keep pulling this sh!t?" I opened my mouth to speak. The door flew open. Zelda stormed in, glaring at Troy. "Who do you think you're talking to? You got a death wish?" Troy's whole face changed. Softened. His voice went gentle, careful. "Are you feeling better? You should rest more. I can handle things here." Zelda snapped back. "You? Handle what exactly?" She walked over to me. When she saw how pale I was, her eyes filled with tears. "You idi0t. Why would you do that? I told you—you still have me. I'm your best friend. Talk to me." I smiled. Cold. Zelda didn't notice. She kept going. "Jess, you've been through so much. Maybe you've got bad energy or something. I bought you this karma bracelet to help clear—" "Get out." She froze. Just hearing "karma bracelet" made my blood boil. Everything she did. Every disgusting thing flashed through my mind. I shoved her. Hard. Grabbed whatever was near me and threw it at them. "GET OUT. I don't want to see you. EVER AGAIN." Zelda stumbled back. Something hit her face. She clutched it, shaking all over. Troy finally snapped. He shoved me. I lost my balance. My lower back slammed into the edge of the table. Pain shot through me, blacking out my vision. Before I could even recover, Troy had already pulled Zelda behind him. His voice turned to ice. "Jess, ENOUGH. Zelda doesn't owe you a d@mn thing. She's not your dog. You don't get to hit her or scream at her whenever you feel like it. What gives you the right?" Maybe he was panicking. Maybe he just stopped caring. Those words slipped out so easily. It gutted me. I'd seen this exact scene before. When we first started dating, I used to bring Zelda lunch every single day. I was worried she wasn't eating enough. One time I bvrned my hand pretty badly. Troy got pissed. "Zelda, Zelda... You're not her servant. Why do you revolve around her?" When I gave him a look, he backtracked fast. Wrapped his arms around me, acting all sweet. "Babe, I just don't want you getting hurt. I'd feel terrible. Plus, you're always worried about her. Makes me jealous." Now the person he worried wasn't me anymore. It was her. I must've looked like I was about to collapse, because Zelda tried to rush over. "Jess, don't listen to him. I'm fine. You're just upset. I get it." But Troy held her back. Wouldn't let her anywhere near me. He paused. Then spoke again, quieter. Almost begging. "Jess. Please. Zelda had a fever yesterday. You scared her so bad she fainted today. Just... let her rest. Okay?" Then he grabbed Zelda's hand. Turned around. Walked out. I doubled over. Started dry heaving. The pain in my ch//est mixed with the pain in my body until I couldn't tell them apart anymore. After they left, I pulled out my phone. Opened the home security app. Troy had installed cameras back when he used to travel for work and I got scared staying home alone. The feed loaded. There they were. The second they got inside, Troy pulled Zelda into his arms. His hands slid down her body. Zelda twisted away, playing coy. Troy's eyes were bloodshot. "Stop. I've been holding back for a whole d@mn month. I miss you." Zelda buried her face in his shoulder. "But Jess is still in the hospital. We can't—" He didn't answer. Just pressed her hard against the wall and started moving. It didn't take long before Zelda stopped resisting. She grabbed his tie and kissed him. The sounds coming through my phone made me sick. Tears just ran down my face. Everything blurred. But the memories wouldn't stop flooding back. Every sweet moment we'd had. Every promise he'd made. I remembered how hard Troy fought to marry me. Once, someone spiked his drink at a business event. Heavy stuff. When the drvg kicked in, he didn't touch anyone. He grabbed a knife and cut himself over and over. Used the pain to stay conscious. Spent the whole night in a freezing bath rather than go near anyone who came onto him. Afterward, he held me and swore, "Jess, I'll never touch anyone but you. This life. Only you." I believed him. And Zelda? She was supposed to be my salvation. Freshman year during a rafting trip, I fell into the water. She jumped in without thinking twice and pulled me out. Junior year, my parents died in a plane crash. Overnight, I went from trust fund kid to orphan. It was Zelda who took me in. Stayed up with me every single night. I gave her everything I had. Treated her like a sister. I don't understand what I did wrong. Why she had to steal both my husbands. I don't understand why Troy—who swore he'd love me forever—changed just like Aaron did. The next day, Troy came to pick me up from the hospital. I didn't say anything. Didn't accuse him of anything. He grabbed my hand first and started apologizing. "Jess, I didn't mean to snap at you yesterday. I just didn't want you to push Zelda away like that. She might get hurt and leave you. You don't want to lose your best friend, right?" I pulled my hand back. Cold. My eyes landed on the center console. There was a cake sitting there—my favorite flavor. For a second, my heart lifted. I reached for it. Troy pressed down on my wrist. His tone was firm. "Don't. That's for Zelda." He paused. Then added, softer, "If you want some, I'll get you one tomorrow." I pulled my hand back slowly. Right. Even a piece of cake wasn't mine anymore. When we got home, I said I needed the bathroom. Pushed the door open. Saw a pregnancy test on the counter. My ch//est caved in. I can't have kids anymore. Which means it's Zelda's. Is it Troy's baby? I opened the camera app on my phone. Pulled up the video feed. Zelda's voice came through, shaking. "Troy, how can I be pregnant? Jess just lost the ability to have kids. How can I do this to her? I'm such a terrible friend." Troy wrapped his arms tight around her. "This isn't your fault. It's ours. It's fate. Jess can't have children. This is my only shot at being a father." Silence. Then Zelda grabbed his hand. "Will you marry me? I can't keep being nobody to you. I know it's wrong. I know it'll hurt Jess. But we can make it up to her some other way." Long pause. Troy's voice came out quiet. "I don't know, Zelda..." My ch//est went completely numb. All the pain peaked. Then went silent. At dinner that night, I looked straight at them. "I saw the pregnancy test in the bathroom." Both of them froze solid. Zelda went ghost-white. Started stammering. "It's—it's a friend's. She accidentally left it here—" I laughed. Sharp. Bitter. "What friend? I don't know any of your friends. Who is she? Someone you're hiding from me?" I paused. My eyes slid over to Troy, whose face had gone dark. My voice turned ice-cold. "A pregnancy test left at someone else's house? What is she, some kind of mistress? Honestly, Zelda, if your friend's mixed up in that kind of mess, you should drop her. Before she drags you down and embarrasses you." Zelda's face went completely white. Her whole body started shaking. Troy slammed his hand on the table and shot to his feet. "JESS, SHUT UP." He grabbed the plate in front of him and smashed it on the floor. Shards flew up. One sliced across my cheek. "She's your best friend. Even if you won't help her, how can you talk to her like that?!" Zelda grabbed his sleeve. Tears streaming down her face. "Troy, stop. Don't be mad. I'm fine. Don't blame Jess..." One of them furious and protective. The other fragile and pitiful. Like a pair of star-crossed lovers being torn apart by a villain. And I was the villain.

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šŸ”žšŸ’”šŸ’”ā€œHe chose her. I chose freedom.ā€ Chapter 1 On our fifth wedding anniversary, the first thing I got wasn’t a gift. It was a video. My husband, Hudson Hayes, was in some expensive hotel room, laughing and sleeping with another woman like I didn’t even exist. And it wasn’t just any woman. It was Amber Fenwick, his first love. I watched the whole thing without blinking while waiting for him at the restaurant. I just sat there, ate my food, and smiled. When I got home, I didn’t cry either. I picked up my phone and called my lawyer. ā€œAttorney, I sent you the divorce papers. The one Hudson and I signed on our wedding day five years ago. Did you see anything wrong with it?ā€ I stood by the window when I said it, staring at my own reflection instead of the city outside. My fingers kept rubbing the edge of my phone like I was trying to peel something off it. Maybe I was just trying to feel something. ā€œMs. Hereford, I’ve reviewed everything,ā€ the lawyer said, calm and distant. ā€œThere’s no issue. You’ve got one month left before the five year term ends. Once it’s up, the agreement takes effect automatically. You can go down to the county clerk’s office and file for the divorce.ā€ One month. Just one more month. ā€œā€¦Okay. Thank you.ā€ I hung up and didn’t move for a while. Then my eyes drifted up. The wedding photo was still hanging there, right where it had always been. Like nothing had changed. Like everything hadn’t already rotted from the inside. I walked closer without thinking. In the picture, I was smiling so brightly. God, I looked stupid. My dress was pure white, my eyes curved like I believed in forever. And Hudson… He stood beside me in that perfect suit, tall and untouchable. Handsome like something carved out of stone. But his face was cold. No smile. Not even a fake one. Anyone could see it. He never loved me. ā€œā€¦It’s almost over,ā€ I whispered, my fingers brushing against his face in the photo. Cold glass. That was all he’d ever been to me. ā€œYou must be happy, huh?ā€ Or was that just me trying to convince myself? The sound of the door unlocking snapped me out of it. I pulled my hand back like I’d been caught doing something wrong and turned around quickly. ā€œYou’re back.ā€ My voice came out softer than I wanted. He walked in like he owned the world. Like the air itself moved out of his way. Hudson always had that presence. Heavy. Dangerous. The kind of man people lowered their eyes around. A mafia boss. A king in the dark. I took his suit jacket as he shrugged it off and hung it up carefully. Then I knelt in front of him and helped him change into his slippers. My hands moved on their own. I didn’t even have to think. I’d done this too many times. Hudson loosened his tie, irritation already written all over his face. ā€œNext month’s the Hayes Global anniversary banquet,ā€ he said. ā€œYou’re coming with me.ā€ My hands paused for a second. Then I finished adjusting his slippers and stood up slowly. ā€œI can’t go.ā€ His head snapped toward me. ā€œWhat the hell do you mean you can’t go?ā€ I opened my mouth but nothing came out at first. Should I tell him? That his woman send their videos to me? Would it even matter? Before I could say anything, his expression darkened like he already had his own answer. ā€œā€¦Don’t tell me this is about Amber again.ā€ His voice dropped, colder now, sharper. ā€œI told you from day one I had someone else. You said you wouldn’t interfere. Or were you just talking shit back then?ā€ The words hit like they always did. Clean. Precise. Like a blade he knew exactly how to use. My chest tightened and it hurt so bad I almost laughed. Yeah. What kind of husband said that on his wedding day? What kind of wife agreed? ā€œI’m notā€¦ā€ I stopped, swallowing hard. ā€œIt’s not that.ā€ But wasn’t it? Or was I just too tired to fight anymore? He scoffed, running a hand through his hair. ā€œThen what’s your problem? It’s just a damn banquet. You’ve done it before. Stand there, smile, play the part. That’s all I’m asking.ā€ Just stand there. Just smile. Just pretend like I wasn’t slowly breaking apart inside. I looked at him and for a second, I wanted to ask. Did you ever feel even a little guilty? Did you ever look at me and think I was your wife? But the words died before they could leave my mouth. Because I already knew the answer. Five years ago, when our families announced the marriage, I thought I’d been given everything. I’d liked him for so long. Longer than I wanted to admit. So when I heard I was going to marry Hudson Hayes, I thought… maybe this was fate. Maybe he’d learn to love me. I was so stupid. That night, in that same house, still in my wedding dress, he handed me a contract instead of touching me. ā€œI’ve got someone I like,ā€ he said, like he was talking about the weather. Cold. Detached. ā€œShe’s not from the right background, and my family won’t accept her. But give me five years.ā€ I remember just staring at him, my hands shaking as I held the paper. Five years? ā€œFor these five years, you stay as my wife in name,ā€ he continued. ā€œI’ll take control of the Hayes family, and when I do, no one will dare say shit about who I choose. After thatā€¦ā€ He looked at me like I was nothing more than a business deal. ā€œWe divorce. Clean. Simple.ā€ That night, I signed the papers like he wanted. My hands didn’t even feel like mine when I wrote my name. It was just… done. Like I’d already lost before anything even started. Then I locked myself in the bathroom and cried until morning. No sound, just shaking and choking on it, biting my sleeve so no one would hear. Like that would change anything. Less than three months into the marriage, Amber disappeared. Just… gone. I heard they had a huge fight before that, but no one told me details. I didn’t need them. I saw what it did to him. Hudson went crazy. He used every connection he had, every man under him, every dirty favor. A mafia boss like him, someone who could find anyone in this world… and still, he couldn’t find her. I watched him break. He stopped coming home most nights. And when he did, he smelled like alcohol and smoke and something darker. His eyes were always heavy, like he hadn’t slept in days. I wanted to ask if he was okay. I never did. What right did I have? Then one night, he came back drunk. Really drunk. The kind where he could barely stand straight but still walked like he owned everything. Before I could even say anything, he grabbed me. ā€œHudsonā€¦ā€ I tried, my voice shaking. He didn’t answer. He pushed me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would tear out of my chest. Was this… happening? Did he finally…? But then his lips crashed onto mine and I froze. It tasted like alcohol. Bitter. Suffocating. ā€œā€¦Amberā€¦ā€ his voice broke, rough and desperate against my skin. ā€œWhy the hell did you leave me, huh? Why’d you run off with that guy? You think I wouldn’t come for you? You don’t trust me that much?ā€ Everything inside me just stopped. My body went stiff under him. So he found her. But she left him anyway. And I was just, here. A substitute. A shadow. Something he could hold when the real one was gone. Chapter 2 That night was my first time. I didn’t even know if I should cry or laugh. He held me the whole night, his grip tight like he was afraid someone would take me away too. But every word that came out of his mouth… was her name. Over and over again. Not mine. Never mine. I stared at the ceiling until my eyes burned, wondering… was this what being a wife meant? Or was I just something he used to survive her absence? The next morning, he woke up first. There were bloodstains on the sheets. He noticed. I saw it in the way his eyes paused for a second. Just a second. Then he looked away. Didn’t say anything. Not even one word. Not even… sorry. I smiled like nothing happened. I got his clothes ready, laid them out neatly like I always did. ā€œYou’ve got an important meeting today,ā€ I told him softly. ā€œDon’t be late.ā€ Like I wasn’t the one who bled all night. Like my heart wasn’t already torn open. ... From that day on, I tried harder. Pathetic, right? I knew he didn’t love me. I knew I was just filling space. But I still tried. He had a bad stomach, so I woke up early every morning and made him chicken soup. The kind that wouldn’t hurt him. He was always under pressure, dealing with things I didn’t even want to imagine, so I learned how to massage his shoulders and his back, careful and quiet. I liked silence anyway. Or maybe I just got used to it. I stopped making noise, stopped asking for anything. Even my footsteps became softer. If I stayed small enough… maybe I wouldn’t bother him. And somehow, he started changing. A little. When he came back from business trips, he’d sometimes bring me small things. Nothing big. Just… something. When I got sick, he’d make me medicine himself and hand it to me without looking at me. ā€œDrink it,ā€ he’d say. ā€œDon’t be stubborn.ā€ And at night, sometimes he held me. His arm around my waist, his body warm against mine. Those moments felt so real it scared me. Like maybe… maybe he was starting to see me. Maybe I wasn’t just nothing to him anymore. He never mentioned the divorce again. Not once. Like that paper we signed never existed. And I… I actually believed it. I thought maybe if I just held on a little longer, he’d fall in love with me. Stupid, right? Three months ago, Amber came back. She broke up with her boyfriend and returned from the US like nothing happened. And Hudson? He went back to her without hesitation. No explanation. No guilt. Nothing. He took her out to eat, went shopping with her, stayed by her side like she was the only thing that mattered in the world. He even canceled meetings, important ones, the kind he used to say could never be moved. All because she said she was in a bad mood. I stood by the window one night and watched his car drive away again. Same direction. Same place. Her place. I didn’t cry this time. I just watched. And finally understood. Love was love. Real love didn’t change. No matter how much I gave, how much I tried, how much I broke myself into something smaller and quieter and easier to keep… it would never compare to one look from her. Not even close. Five years. It was almost over. ā€œWhy aren’t you saying anything?ā€ His voice snapped me out of it. I blinked and looked at him, my throat tightening like something was stuck there. He didn’t remember? For five years, I’d been counting down every single day, scared that when the time came, he’d just walk away without even looking back. But now he stood there like none of it existed. Like that agreement meant nothing. Did it ever mean anything to him? I parted my lips, about to remind him, to say it out loud before I lost the courage again but his phone rang. He picked it up right away. I couldn’t hear clearly, but I knew that voice. Amber. She was crying, choking on her words, panicking about something. Hudson’s expression changed instantly. His whole body tensed, like nothing else in the world mattered anymore. ā€œHey, hey… don’t panic,ā€ his voice dropped, low and urgent. ā€œI’m coming right now. Stay there. Don’t move, you hear me?ā€ He didn’t even wait for a reply. The call ended and he grabbed his keys, already moving. ā€œHudson, Iā€”ā€ I didn’t even finish. He rushed past me and his shoulder slammed into mine so hard I lost my balance. My back hit the door frame and a sharp pain shot through me. I let out a small sound, something between a gasp and a groan. But he didn’t stop. Didn’t look back. Didn’t even notice. The door closed and he was gone. Just like that. I stayed there for a few seconds, leaning against the wall, trying to breathe through the pain. Then I slowly pushed myself up and walked back to the bedroom. I took off my coat and saw the bruise already forming on my shoulder. Dark. Ugly. I opened the first aid kit and cleaned it quietly, pressing the cotton against my skin. It stung, but it was nothing compared to what was inside my chest. That felt like something dull was slicing through it… slowly, over and over again. I sat on the edge of the bed and stared out the window. The sky was getting darker, the city lights coming on one by one. I don’t even know how long I stayed like that. Until my phone rang. Hudson. I hesitated for a second then picked up. ā€œCome to the Favilla hospital,ā€ he said, straight to the point. My heart skipped. ā€œWhat happened?ā€ ā€œWe’ll talk when you get here.ā€ The line went dead. ... When I arrived, I saw him right away. He was standing outside the operating room. And Amber… she was pressed against him, crying like her whole world was falling apart. My steps slowed. Something tightened in my chest again, like a hand squeezing too hard. I still walked over. ā€œWhat happened?ā€ I asked softly. Hudson looked at me, his expression serious. ā€œAmber’s mother collapsed earlier. It’s a severe blood disorder. Her body’s failing fast. She needs a bone marrow transplant immediately.ā€ I froze. ā€œAnd…?ā€ ā€œWe checked everywhere,ā€ he continued, calm like he was talking about business. ā€œNo match. So I had them run a test on you secretly.ā€ Something inside me dropped. ā€œAnd?ā€ My voice barely came out. ā€œYou’re a match.ā€ Chapter 3 For a second, I just stared at him. ā€œY-you want me to donate?ā€ I asked, my fingers curling slightly. ā€œHudson… I can’t. I’m scared of needles, I don’t even… this is surgery, it’s risky, Iā€”ā€ ā€œI didn’t call you here to complain,ā€ he cut me off, his tone turning cold. ā€œDon’t start that shit with me.ā€ ā€œI’m not complaining, I just… I’m scared, okay?ā€ My voice shook and I hated it. ā€œCan’t you find someone else? Please, I really can’t do thisā€”ā€ Before I could step back, two of his men moved. They grabbed my arms. Hard. I flinched, panic rising in my chest. ā€œLet go! What are you doing?ā€ Hudson stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. His eyes were dark, unreadable, like there was no room for refusal. ā€œI’m your husband,ā€ he said, voice low and dangerous. ā€œAnd you’ll do exactly what I say.ā€ My heart dropped. ā€œYour life is mine,ā€ he continued, his grip tightening on my chin, forcing me to look at him. ā€œSo you’re donating. Don’t make me repeat myself.ā€ For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Was I even a person to him? Or just something he owned? My eyes burned but I forced it back, swallowing everything down like I always did. ā€œā€¦Okay,ā€ I whispered. The men let go of me. ā€œI’ll sign.ā€ The nurse handed me the form. My hands were shaking, but I still took the pen. Stroke by stroke, I wrote my name. Each line felt heavy. Like I was carving something into my own heart. And I smiled a little, just enough so no one would notice the tears I was trying so hard to hide. Just before they pushed me in, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. ā€œHudson!ā€ My voice came out weaker than I wanted. He stopped and turned his head slightly, eyes cold, like I’d just interrupted something unimportant. For a second, I forgot everything I wanted to say. My lips trembled. Then I forced out the only thing I could. ā€œā€¦Nothing.ā€ His eyes flickered, just a little. I thought maybe, just maybe… But he didn’t say anything. He turned and walked outside. The doors closed right in front of me. And that was it. The moment they shut, my vision blurred and the tears I’d been holding back just fell. Quiet. Helpless. So this was how deep his love went. Deep enough to throw me onto an operating table without hesitation. Deep enough that even if it was my life, he wouldn’t care. — When I woke up, everything felt heavy. My body, my head, even my breathing. It was like I was floating somewhere between awake and not. The lights were too bright. My throat felt dry. ā€œā€¦You’re awake?ā€ a nurse’s voice came gently beside me. I blinked slowly, turning my head. ā€œMm… yeahā€¦ā€ ā€œHow are you feeling? Dizzy? Pain anywhere?ā€ ā€œA little,ā€ I whispered. ā€œI-is the surgery done?ā€ She smiled. ā€œYes. It went well. The patient is stable now and recovering.ā€ Good. That meant she was okay. I swallowed, my chest feeling strangely empty. ā€œHudson, where is he?ā€ The nurse paused for a second, then said casually, ā€œMr. Hayes? He’s with his wife and her mother right now.ā€ My heart stopped. His wife? Oh. Right. I stared at the ceiling, not saying anything. The nurse didn’t notice. She just kept talking, even giggling a little. ā€œHonestly, I was watching them earlier and I got so jealous,ā€ she said, her eyes lighting up. ā€œThey look like such a perfect couple!ā€ I didn’t move. ā€œMr. Hayes was so attentive,ā€ she continued, almost dreamy. ā€œHe kept holding his wife’s hand and talking to her softly. You wouldn’t even guess he’s someone so powerful.ā€ Each word felt like something pressing deeper into me. ā€œAnd the way he looked at her,ā€ she added, smiling. ā€œGosh, it was so sweet. I mean, you can really tell he loves her a lot.ā€ I closed my eyes slowly. ā€œEven when the doctor came out, he didn’t leave her side,ā€ she said again, laughing quietly. ā€œHe kept comforting her, like she was the one who just went through surgery. If I had a husband like that, I’d never let him go.ā€ I let out a small breath. So that was how it looked from the outside. A loving husband. A devoted man. And me? What was I? I forced a small smile, even though no one was looking. ā€œā€¦That’s good,ā€ I murmured. ā€œAs long as she’s okay.ā€ … I lay there staring at the ceiling, my hand hooked to the IV, the slow drip the only thing keeping time. My body still felt heavy and numb, like it didn’t belong to me anymore. The nurse had just left when the door opened again. I thought it's Hudson but it wasn't. Amber walked in. She looked soft, fragile, eyes still a little red like she’d been crying for hours. In her hands was a basket of fruit, neatly wrapped like this was some kind of polite visit. ā€œMs. Herefordā€¦ā€ she said gently, stepping closer. ā€œI’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to trouble you like this again.ā€ I looked at her but didn’t say anything. She placed the basket down and gave me a small smile. ā€œThank you. Really… if it wasn’t for you, my mom wouldn’t have made it. You saved her.ā€ Her voice softened, almost sweet but it's fake. ā€œThank you for being such a devoted slave to my husband— I mean… devoted wife to Hudson.ā€ My fingers twitched slightly on the blanket. Slave? ā€œDo you want some apples?ā€ she asked, already reaching for one. ā€œI’ll peel it for you.ā€ ā€œI’m fine,ā€ I said quietly. She didn’t stop. The knife slid against the apple skin in slow, careful strokes. The sound was soft, almost soothing. Almost. ā€œI really didn’t expectā€¦ā€ she continued, her voice turning distant, like she was drifting somewhere else. ā€œAfter all these years, he’s still like that with me.ā€ My chest tightened. ā€œWhat do you mean?ā€ I asked, even though I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear it. She let out a small laugh, shaking her head. ā€œHe just never changed.ā€ The peel fell in one long strip as she spoke. ā€œLast year, I mentioned once that I liked this limited edition watch,ā€ she said casually. ā€œI didn’t even remember saying it. But a week later, he flew overseas just to get it for me. It wasn’t even available locally.ā€ My fingers slowly curled. ā€œHe showed up at my place in the middle of the night,ā€ she added, smiling faintly. ā€œBut I was still mad at him back then, so I didn’t even let him in. I told him to leave and threw the box back at him.ā€ Her tone was light. Like it was nothing. Like his effort was something she could just throw away. My mind went blank for a second. Because I remembered. That same time. He told me he had a business trip abroad. Three days. When he came back, he handed me a watch. Just like that. No explanation. No emotion. ā€œTake it,ā€ he said. ā€œSaw it. Thought it suited you.ā€ I’d been so happy. I didn’t even wear it. I kept it safe, tucked away like something precious I didn’t deserve to ruin. And now? It was just something she didn’t want. I didn’t realize my nails were digging into my palm until it started to hurt. Chapter 4 Amber didn’t notice. Or maybe she did and just didn’t care. ā€œAnd there was this one time,ā€ she continued, peeling another strip, her voice softening again. ā€œI got into a fight with my ex. It was really bad. I blocked everyone, and disappeared for a few days.ā€ She glanced at me, like she was about to share something intimate. ā€œHudson went crazy trying to find me. When he did, he dragged me out of that place himself. He was so angry, I thought he was going to kill someone.ā€ She laughed lightly. ā€œHe kept cursing, saying, ā€˜You think you can just disappear on me like that? I’ll tear this whole city apart if I have to.ā€™ā€ My heart twisted. I remembered that night too. New Year's Eve. He came home late. Different. Rough. Like something inside him had snapped. He didn’t say much. Just claimed me in, over and over again, like he couldn’t stop. I thought… I thought maybe he finally wanted me. That maybe, he was starting to feel something. I was so stupid. The next morning, when I woke up, the bed beside me was already cold. I told myself he had urgent business. That was normal, right? But now? Now I know. He wasn’t busy. He was running to her. Always her. Amber finished peeling the apple and finally handed it to me. ā€œHere.ā€ I didn’t take it. She didn’t mind. She just set it down beside me and looked at me with that same soft, harmless expression. ā€œYou’re really kind, Ms. Hereford,ā€ she said gently. ā€œStaying by his side all these years, taking care of him like that.ā€ Her eyes lingered on me, something unreadable passing through them. ā€œBut some thingsā€¦ā€ she added quietly, ā€œno matter how hard you try, they just don’t belong to you.ā€ I lowered my gaze to my hand, the IV needle still buried in my skin. Yeah. I think I finally understood that. … After I got discharged, I went home and packed everything quietly. Clothes. Jewelry. Things I barely touched. Things I once thought mattered. I didn’t take much. What was the point? I was just waiting. Waiting for the divorce to finalize. Waiting for it all to end. During those days, Amber kept sending me messages. Not even hiding it. Videos. Photos. One after another. At first I didn’t open them. Then I did. I don’t even know why. Maybe I wanted to hurt myself properly. Maybe I just needed to see it with my own eyes. Hudson stayed by her side the whole time. Not for a moment did he leave. In one video, he was sitting beside her hospital bed, carefully feeding her fruit, peeling everything clean like it was something precious. In another, he was adjusting her blanket, his movements slow, patient… gentle. Gentle. I stared at the screen for a long time. Was this the same man? The same man who never even looked at me twice? Then another message came. A video. ā€œLook, Miss Hereford,ā€ Amber said, her face filling the screen as she turned the camera. Hudson was there, talking to a doctor, his expression serious, controlled. That same cold aura. That same power. ā€œHe sent my mom abroad for treatment,ā€ she continued casually. ā€œPaid for everything. Even bought her a house there. There’s a maid, a private doctor… everything’s arranged.ā€ She laughed a little. ā€œHe’s really something, right?ā€ My fingers tightened around my phone. ā€œMiss Hereford, I’m sorry for taking your husband for now, okay?ā€ she added, voice soft, almost teasing. ā€œHe just missed me too much. He loves me so much, I can’t even push him away.ā€ Her smile didn’t change. ā€œYou can’t really compete with that, can you?ā€ The screen went dark. I didn’t realize I was crying until the tears hit my hand. Drop by drop. I wiped them away quickly, taking a shaky breath. Over the years, I did all those things too. He had a bad stomach, so I woke up early every day to cook for him. I waited for him with the lights on, no matter how late it got. I peeled his fruit, cut everything into small pieces so he wouldn’t even have to think. I gave him everything. And now… he was doing all of that for someone else. I closed my eyes and let out a slow breath. ā€œIt’s fine,ā€ I whispered to myself. ā€œIt’ll be over soon.ā€ Right? Once I stop loving him, I’ll be okay. I’ll take care of myself. I have to. ... A week later, he suddenly came home. I was surprised when I saw him. Shouldn’t he be with her? ā€œGet changed,ā€ he said, already loosening his tie. ā€œWe’re having dinner at home tonight.ā€ ā€œā€¦Okay.ā€ I didn’t ask anything. I just went upstairs and changed. At the dinner, everything felt normal. Too normal. People were laughing, talking, raising their glasses like this was just another gathering. Then the topic shifted. ā€œYou’ve been married five years now. It’s about time you had a child.ā€ ā€œYeah, Hudson’s the head of the family now. There needs to be an heir.ā€ ā€œMika, you should hurry up.ā€ I kept my head down, fingers brushing against the rim of my glass. A child? With him? Did I even have that right? ā€œNo rush,ā€ Hudson said. His voice wasn’t loud, but it cut through everything. The whole room went silent. Everyone exchanged looks but no one dared say anything else. Not to him. Not anymore. The atmosphere turned stiff after that and the dinner ended quickly. ā€œMika,ā€ Mrs. Hayes said sharply as we stood. ā€œCome with me to the study.ā€ I knew what that meant. Anyone could see it. A warning. About children. About my place. ā€œIf you’ve got something to say, say it in front of me,ā€ Hudson said, frowning. Before she could respond, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and his expression changed immediately. ā€œā€¦Amber?ā€ he answered, already stepping aside. ā€œWhat’s wrong? Did something happen?ā€ His voice… it wasn’t the same voice he used with me. Not even close. Mrs. Hayes let out a cold snort. ā€œCome with me.ā€ I pressed my lips together and followed her without a word. As soon as the study door closed, her face changed. All that fake calm from dinner disappeared. ā€œKneel.ā€ I didn’t argue. I just went down slowly, my knees hitting the cold marble. It stung, but I was already used to that kind of pain. ā€œDo you know where you went wrong?ā€ she asked, looking down at me like I was something dirty. I lowered my eyes and stayed quiet. A loud bang hit the table. ā€œYou stupid girl!ā€ she snapped, her voice sharp and cold. ā€œHudson said he’s not in a hurry to have a child and you just sat there? You didn’t even try to change his mind?ā€ My fingers curled slightly. Was I supposed to beg him? Force him? Didn’t he already make it clear… I meant nothing? She opened a drawer and took out a small bottle, then slammed it in front of me. ā€œDrink this. It’s a fertility tonic. Starting today, you take it every day and you sleep with him until you get pregnant. I don’t care what it takes.ā€ I stared at the bottle. In the past, I would’ve taken it without a word. But now… ā€œI won’t take it,ā€ I said quietly. The room went still. ā€œWhat did you just say?ā€ her voice dropped, dangerous. ā€œI won’t take it,ā€ I repeated, lifting my head slightly. ā€œHe doesn’t want a child right now. I’m respecting that.ā€ That was the truth. Every time we were together, he made sure there were precautions, and if something slipped, he’d make me take pills right after. I used to think that maybe he just wasn’t ready yet. Now I knew. He just didn’t want one with me. And if I was leaving, why would I tie myself to him forever? ā€œYou’ve got some nerve?!" she said slowly, eyes narrowing. ā€œSay that again.ā€ ā€œI won’t take it.ā€ Her expression twisted. ā€œYou’ve gone too far!ā€ she shouted. ā€œAs his wife, you can’t even do your duty? You can’t even give him a child? And you let him waste himself on that woman. All that effort, all that time, all for her and her damn family. You didn’t stop him once.ā€ My chest tightened. Stop him? When had I ever had that power? She turned her head slightly. ā€œBring it.ā€ A servant stepped forward and handed her a thick leather strap. Dark. Heavy. The kind they used for punishment. My body tensed. ā€œI’ll ask you one last time,ā€ she said, gripping it tightly. ā€œAre you going to take the medicine or not?ā€ I shook my head. The sound came before the pain. CRACK! A sharp crack filled the room, then it hit. My back arched as the pain exploded across my skin, burning and tearing at the same time. I bit my lip hard to stop myself from crying out. Chapter 5 ā€œAnswer me. Are you taking it or not?ā€ I shook my head again. Another strike. And another. Each one landed harder than the last. My body trembled, my hands pressing against the floor as I tried to stay upright. Through the glass window, I could see outside. Hudson was there. Standing in the garden. His back facing this room. One hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone. His posture relaxed, like nothing in the world could touch him. Then he laughed. Low, soft. ā€œā€¦Amber,ā€ I heard faintly through the glass. Of course. Who else? ā€œSince you don’t understand,ā€ Mrs. Hayes said coldly behind me, raising the strap again, ā€œthen I’ll beat it into you.ā€ The leather cut through the air and landed again. My vision started to blur. Pain spread everywhere, hot and overwhelming. I could feel something wet soaking through my clothes but I didn’t look. ā€œI w-won't,ā€ my voice came out weak, barely there. ā€œI won’t take itā€¦ā€ Another strike. My body gave out and I collapsed forward, barely able to hold myself up. Through my fading vision, I saw him again. Still standing there. Still talking. Still not turning around. Not even once. A small, broken thought crossed my mind. Was I ever anything to him? Or was I just… someone he could lose without noticing? Everything started going dark. And just before I lost consciousness, I felt something strange. Relief. Maybe… this was good. Maybe after this, I wouldn’t feel anything for him anymore. … When I woke up, I was already in a hospital bed. Everything felt heavy, and my back burned the moment I tried to breathe a little deeper. ā€œMr. Hayes, the injuries are quite severe,ā€ someone beside me said. ā€œThe leather strikes cut deep. Some areas reached the dermis. It’ll take time to heal.ā€ ā€œThen use the best damn medicine,ā€ Hudson’s voice came, low and cold. ā€œI don’t care what it costs. Get the best doctors and make sure she doesn’t get scared.ā€ ā€œYes, of course.ā€ Footsteps faded, and the room went quiet. I slowly opened my eyes. He was there. Standing beside the bed, looking down at me. When he realized I was awake, he moved closer, his brows slightly furrowed. ā€œYou awake? How are you feeling?ā€ I tried to shift, but the pain hit instantly, sharp and burning. I sucked in a breath and forced a small voice out. ā€œI’m fine, there are people here to take care of things. If you’ve got something to do, you should go.ā€ I expected him to leave. He didn’t. Instead, he sat down beside the bed, his gaze staying on me like he was thinking about something he couldn’t say. ā€œWhy didn’t you call me?ā€ he asked after a moment. ā€œWhen she was doing that to you… why didn’t you call me?ā€ My fingers tightened slightly under the blanket. I remembered him outside. Back turned. Laughing softly into his phone. ā€œI saw you were busy,ā€ I said quietly, a small bitter smile slipping out. Then I looked at him. ā€œIf I called you, would you really come right away?ā€ ā€œOf course I would,ā€ he said without hesitation. I froze. That wasn’t what I expected. Not at all. ā€œI’ve already handled it,ā€ he continued, his tone calmer now. ā€œNo one’s going to bother you about having a child again. That shit’s over.ā€ ā€œā€¦I understand.ā€ I lowered my eyes. ā€œThen you should go. You don’t have to stay.ā€ He frowned slightly. ā€œWhy do you keep pushing me away?ā€ I blinked, a little confused. ā€œAren’t you busy?ā€ Busy with everything. Busy with her. ā€œI’m not busy lately,ā€ he said. Then he reached out and adjusted the blanket around me, his movements careful, almost gentle. ā€œI’ll stay here for a few days. Take care of you.ā€ I didn’t know what to say to that. It felt wrong. Like something that didn’t belong to me. But he really stayed. ... The next few days, he didn’t leave the hospital. He adjusted my bed when I couldn’t move, fed me when my hands felt too weak, even helped with my dressings like it didn’t bother him at all. A man like him… doing this? Sometimes I caught myself just staring at him. Was this real? Or was I dreaming again? One night, the pain got so bad I couldn’t sleep. It kept spreading across my back, making every breath feel heavy. He noticed. ā€œCan’t sleep?ā€ he asked quietly. I didn’t answer, just closed my eyes tighter. Then I felt it. His hand, slow and steady, lightly patting my back. Careful. Gentle. Like he was afraid to hurt me more. ā€œIt’s alright,ā€ he murmured. ā€œJust sleep.ā€ Again and again, the same rhythm. That kind of warmth, it felt so familiar. Like those rare moments before everything broke. For a second, I almost wanted to believe it again. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I already decided. I was leaving. And this time, I wouldn’t look back. A week passed, and the marks on my back finally started to fade. Not gone, but lighter. When he was applying the medicine that day, his fingers brushed too close and I let out a small sound before I could stop it. He froze. I turned, confused, and saw his eyes on me, dark and heavy, his throat moving slowly like he was holding something back. ā€œDid I hurt you?ā€ he asked, but his voice sounded rough, not like before. ā€œNo… I justā€”ā€ I tried to speak but he moved closer. Too close. His hand settled on my waist, firm, like he wasn’t even thinking anymore. ā€œHudsonā€¦ā€ I whispered, my heart starting to race. He didn’t answer. His breathing got heavier, his gaze dropping to my lips. His face leaned closer, slow, like he was about to cross a line— ā€œSmack!ā€ We both turned. Amber stood at the door, her eyes red, the fruit basket already on the floor, everything scattered. Her lips trembled. ā€œDid I come at the wrong time? I didn’t know you two wereā€¦ā€ She bit her lip, like she couldn’t even finish. Hudson pulled away from me instantly. ā€œAmber, stop thinking nonsense! It’s not what it looks like. I was just helping her with the medicine, that’s it.ā€ Before I could react, he shoved me away. Hard. I lost balance and fell straight off the bed, the back of my head hitting the sharp edge of the table with a dull crack. Pain exploded and something warm started running down. ā€œI’m sorry! I didn’t mean to ruin your moment.ā€ Amber’s voice broke as she turned. ā€œI’ll go, you don’t have to explainā€¦ā€ ā€œAmber!ā€ Hudson didn’t even hesitate. ā€œWait, listen to me. Don’t run off like this.ā€ His voice turned urgent, almost angry. ā€œDamn it, stop right there.ā€ He ran after her. Didn’t look at me. Not once. The door slammed and everything went quiet again. I stayed on the floor, my vision slowly blurring. Blood slid down past my temple, warm and sticky. I stared at the ceiling and suddenly laughed, soft and broken. Why did I even hope? Tears slipped into my hair. Wasn’t I used to this already? By the time the nurse found me, everything was fading. Voices sounded far away. ā€œHead injury! She’s bleeding a lot, call the doctor now!ā€ Then darkness. Chapter 6 When I woke up again, my head hurt and everything felt heavy. Because of the injury, I had to stay longer. Hudson never came back. Not once. But I knew why. He was with her. Of course he was. I didn’t call him. Didn’t text. What was the point? On the day I was getting discharged, the housekeeper called. ā€œMiss Mika, about Mr. Hayes’ birthday banquet this year, how would you like to arrange it?ā€ I held the phone and stayed quiet for a while. Birthday. I used to handle it every year. His family never cared about things like that. Power, money, business… that’s all they saw. Not him. I remembered the first birthday I attended. Everything looked perfect, but there was food he couldn’t eat. Something that could trigger a reaction. I saw him later, alone, taking medicine quietly. ā€œWhy didn’t you just tell them?ā€ I asked back then, my chest tight. ā€œWhat for?ā€ he said, not even looking at me. ā€œThey don’t give a shit about that. As long as the company’s running, that’s enough for them.ā€ From then on, I took over. Every dish, every detail, everything he liked and avoided. I made sure he never had to deal with that again. ā€œMiss Mika?ā€ the housekeeper called again. I closed my eyes for a second. ā€œI’ll handle it.ā€ This was the last time. After the divorce… someone else would do it. Not me anymore. … I prepared everything the same way I always did. Careful. Quiet. Like it still mattered. But this time, I made the housekeeper follow me the whole day, step by step, making her remember everything. ā€œThe cake should be a vanilla berry one. He doesn’t like anything too heavy and sweet, it makes him sick after a few bites.ā€ ā€œAnd listen, decorations should be white lilies, not red. He hates anything too loud, says it looks cheap.ā€ ā€œDon’t put whiskey on the main table. He drinks it, yeah, but it gives him headaches if he hasn’t eaten properly.ā€ I paused, then added softly, ā€œYou need to remember all of this. Next time, you’ll be the one handling it. Don’t mess it up.ā€ The housekeeper looked confused. ā€œMadam… won’t you still be the one arranging it next year?ā€ I didn’t answer. Next time… I won’t even be here. How could I? On the day of the banquet, everything looked perfect. Lights everywhere, soft music, people laughing like this house actually had warmth in it. I stood at the entrance in a light blue dress, greeting guests one by one, smiling like I always did. Like I wasn’t already gone inside. Then he walked in. Hudson. And beside him was Amber. Her arm hooked around his, leaning into him like she belonged there. She wore something soft and pretty, pale pink, light like she was fragile. She looked up at him, smiling. And he looked back. God… he looked back. That was when I understood. He already fixed everything with her. Of course he did. His eyes never left her the whole night. When her glass got empty, he noticed right away. ā€œDon’t give her that,ā€ he said, voice low but firm. ā€œGet her something lighter. She doesn’t drink much.ā€ When her dress shifted a little, he frowned and called someone over. ā€œFix it properly. Don’t let it drag.ā€ She laughed at something, eyes curved, soft… and he actually smiled. Not that cold, distant smile. A real one. I stood there watching for a second too long. Then I looked away. What was I even expecting? He never looked at me. Not once. I moved to the side, greeting people like I was just part of the staff. When it was time to open gifts, people brought out all kinds of expensive things. Jewelry, rare pieces, things worth more than most people’s lives. Then mine was brought out. A custom-made fountain pen. Simple, elegant, something I chose carefully because he once said he preferred things like that. Quiet. Useful. The butler placed it on a tray. ā€œMrs. Hayes really understands Mr. Hayes’ taste,ā€ someone said with a smile. ā€œThis kind of piece isn’t flashy but it fits him perfectly.ā€ ā€œYeah, it’s refined. Just like him.ā€ Hudson glanced at it, then at me. For a second, I thought… ā€œThanks,ā€ he said casually. That was it. Then Amber’s gift was brought out. A small box. Inside was a handmade leather bracelet. The stitching was uneven, rough in some places, like it wasn’t done by a professional. The room went quiet. Then someone laughed softly. ā€œā€¦Seriously? People still give things like this?ā€ ā€œLooks cheap. I don’t think Mr. Hayes would even touch that.ā€ ā€œWho even let her in here dressed like that, bringing something like this?ā€ Amber’s face went pale. She stepped back slightly, like she wanted to disappear. Hudson’s expression darkened instantly. He picked up the bracelet and the room went silent. Without hesitation, he slipped it onto his wrist. ā€œI like this,ā€ he said, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through everyone. ā€œAt least this one means something. Someone actually put time into it.ā€ No one spoke. Then his gaze shifted to the pen. He picked it up, looked at it for a second, then let out a quiet scoff. ā€œThis kind of thingā€¦ā€ he said coldly, ā€œyou can buy it anywhere. There’s nothing special about it.ā€ My chest tightened. Before I could even react, he tossed it straight into the trash. The sound echoed louder than it should have. The whole hall went quiet for a second, then suddenly everyone started agreeing. ā€œMr. Hayes is right, handmade things actually mean something.ā€ ā€œYeah, expensive stuff is nothing if there’s no heart behind it.ā€ ā€œThis is way more special, you can tell she put effort into it.ā€ I just stood there. It felt like all the blood in my body turned cold. I spent three months on that gift. Flying around, checking stores, comparing designs, choosing something I thought… he’d actually like. And now? Thrown away like it was nothing. Just to make her look good. But wasn’t this always how it went? He could drop everything for her, cancel meetings like they didn’t matter. But my birthday? He couldn’t even remember the date. She got sick and he stayed up all night taking care of her. I had a fever once, burning for hours… and he didn’t even call. She said one word and he’d fly across the world. I asked him to have dinner once… and he said he was busy. Every time… he chose her. Every single time. Just like tonight. I pressed a hand lightly to my chest. It used to hurt so much here. So much I thought I couldn’t breathe. But now… It was quiet. Empty. So this was what it felt like when you finally stopped loving someone? All that pain, all that waiting… it just disappeared like it never mattered. Then everyone gathered around Amber. The same people who mocked her earlier were now smiling, praising her, trying to get close. I stood in the corner and smiled a little. That’s how it works here. One look from him… and everyone follows. It didn’t matter. After the divorce, he’d probably bring her into the family properly anyway. This was just the beginning. The banquet ended slowly. Guests left one by one. I stood at the door, smiling, saying goodbye like I always did. Perfect. Polite. Like I was still Mrs. Hayes. Only when the last guest left did I finally breathe out a little. When I turned around, they were still there. Hudson and Amber. It was raining hard outside. Cold wind rushed in, damp and sharp. Amber shivered suddenly and sneezed. Hudson frowned right away. ā€œYou’re cold?ā€ ā€œI’m fine… just a little,ā€ she said softly, but her voice sounded weak. ā€œFine my ass,ā€ he muttered, already taking off his suit jacket and placing it over her shoulders. ā€œYou’re shaking. Don’t act tough.ā€ She held it close, still trembling a little. ā€œIt’s still coldā€¦ā€ His eyes moved. Then they landed on me. On the scarf wrapped around my neck. A soft wool scarf. The last thing my grandmother made before she passed. ā€œGive that to her,ā€ he said. My fingers tightened instantly. ā€œT-this was made by my grandma,ā€ I said quietly, my voice barely steady. ā€œIt’s not something I can justā€”ā€ ā€œI know exactly what it is,ā€ he cut me off, his tone turning colder. ā€œShe’s just borrowing it. Why are you making it such a big deal?ā€ Chapter 7 My throat felt tight. I held the scarf for a second longer and slowly, I took it off. My hands felt cold the moment it left my skin. I stepped forward and handed it over. Amber took it, her expression soft, almost guilty. ā€œThank you… I’ll clean it and give it back to you.ā€ ā€œNo,ā€ I said quickly, shaking my head. ā€œDon’t wash it yourself. It can’t be soaked. It needs special care. I’ll have someone pick it up tomorrow.ā€ ā€œOh okay,ā€ she nodded gently. The car pulled up outside. Hudson glanced at her again, noticing her pale face. Then he looked at me. ā€œAmber’s not feeling well,ā€ he said, already opening the car door for her. ā€œI’m taking her home first. It’s not on the way for you, so just go back yourself.ā€ I didn’t even get the chance to answer. He helped her into the car, careful, like she might break. The car door shut, the engine started, and the black sedan disappeared into the rain like I was never there. I stood at the entrance, my dress getting soaked, the cold wind cutting straight through me. The streets were empty, rain pouring so hard it blurred everything. I waited… and waited. Forty minutes before I could even get a cab. By the time I got home, I was shaking, completely drenched, my head spinning. My forehead burned but I still forced myself to take some medicine, then I just dropped onto the bed and passed out. Sometime in the night, my phone kept vibrating. Again and again. I heard it but I couldn’t move. My head hurt too much, my body too heavy. I just let it ring until it finally stopped. The next morning, the fever went down a little, but my throat felt like sandpaper. I sat up slowly, took a sip of water, then reached for my phone. There were more than a dozen messages. All from Amber. My fingers paused… then I opened it. The first photo hit me like a slap. My scarf. The soft wool scarf my grandma made was completely soaked, twisted, ruined. The texture looked wrong, clumped and stretched like it was destroyed. More messages popped up. ā€œOh my god I’m so sorry, I forgot wool can’t be soaked so I just left it in water when I got home.ā€ ā€œI feel really bad… how much was it? I’ll pay you back. The material’s nice though, maybe I can reuse it and turn it into something else.ā€ ā€œIf you’re not replying I’ll just assume it’s fine, okay? I’ll send you 2 dollars. Since you said your grandma made it, it shouldn’t be that expensive right?ā€ The last photo loaded. My hands started shaking. The scarf was cut. Not just ruined but cut into pieces. Strips. Like someone took their time destroying it. My chest tightened and something snapped inside me. I threw the covers off and got up, not caring that my body still felt weak. I grabbed my coat and walked out. When I got to her place, I didn’t even hesitate. I rang the doorbell hard, my fingers cold but steady. The door opened. Amber stood there, wearing something simple, her face soft and surprised. ā€œMs. Hereford? You came all the way here? Is something wrong?ā€ ā€œWhere’s my scarf?ā€ I asked, my voice flat. She blinked, then turned casually and picked something up from the couch. The pieces. ā€œYou mean this? I already paid you for it, didn’t I?ā€ She glanced at her phone. ā€œOh, you didn’t accept the transfer? Was it too little? I can add more. I mean it was handmade by an elderly person, it shouldn’t be that expensive, right? I’ll send you another 2 dollars, okay? It's not really worth it by way.ā€ Something burned in my chest. Before I even thought— My hand moved. ā€œSmack!ā€ The sound was loud in the quiet room. She stumbled back, holding her face, eyes wide. ā€œYou… you hit me?ā€ ā€œYou did it on purpose, didn’t you?ā€ I said, my voice shaking but sharp. ā€œYou soaked it, you cut it, you sent those messages like you didn’t know. You think I’m stupid?ā€ Her eyes filled with tears instantly. ā€œWhat are you talking about? I really didn’t mean to, I was just carelessā€¦ā€ ā€œCareless?ā€ I laughed, but it sounded wrong. ā€œYou came back on purpose. You called him at the exact time your mom needed surgery and forced him to make me donate. You stood outside that room and said all those things. You walked in at that exact moment. And now this?ā€ I stepped closer. ā€œHow many things did you plan? How many times did you think I wouldn’t fight back?ā€ ā€œI didn’tā€¦ā€ she shook her head, tears falling faster. ā€œI really don’t understand why you’re saying all thisā€¦ā€ ā€œI see through you,ā€ I said quietly. ā€œI just didn’t bother saying it before. But that doesn’t mean you get to keep stepping on me like this.ā€ Her expression flickered for a second, just a second. Then— A voice cut through the room. Cold. Low. Dangerous. ā€œMikayla… what the hell are you doing?ā€ My body went stiff. I turned around. Hudson stood at the door, his eyes dark and terrifying. But when he looked at her… His voice changed. ā€œAmber,ā€ he said, stepping forward quickly, his tone softening. ā€œWhat happened? Why are you crying?ā€ Amber sniffed, tears falling as she spoke, her voice shaking like she was about to break. She twisted the story just enough, soft and pitiful, and I watched his face grow colder with every word. Then he turned to me. ā€œIt’s just a scarf,ā€ he said, his voice flat, sharp. ā€œWhy the hell did you have to hit her over something like that?ā€ My chest tightened. ā€œJust a scarf?ā€ My voice shook before I could stop it. ā€œHudson! That’s the only thing my grandma left me. The only one.ā€ He paused. Just for a second. Like he didn’t expect that. In five years… I never raised my voice at him. Not once. But now my hands were shaking, my eyes burning, and I didn't even recognize myself. ā€œAmber didn’t do it on purpose,ā€ he said, his tone softening when he looked back at her. ā€œShe already paid you, didn’t she? What more do you want? If the money’s not enough, I’ll handle it.ā€ Handle it. Like everything could be fixed with money. He pulled out his checkbook, wrote something fast, then held it out to me. ā€œTake it. That should cover it.ā€ I stared at the check. My chest felt tight, like something was squeezing it slowly, making it hard to breathe. I didn’t move. He frowned, annoyed, then tore another check and wrote a bigger number, his jaw tightening. ā€œNot enough? Fine. Then take this. Stop making a scene over something so small.ā€ One after another. More numbers. More money. Like he was buying silence. Buying me. My fingers finally moved. I took the last check, my hand trembling. ā€œThat’s enough,ā€ I said quietly. More than enough. Hudson… this is enough to end everything between us. I turned to leave. But I barely took two steps. ā€œStop.ā€ His voice cut through me like a blade. Chapter 8 I froze. ā€œYou took the money,ā€ he said slowly, dangerously calm. ā€œThat slap isn’t settled yet. Apologize to her.ā€ My body stiffened. I turned back, my eyes burning. ā€œWhat did you say?ā€ ā€œI said, apologize,ā€ he repeated, his gaze cold. ā€œDon’t make me say it twice.ā€ ā€œWhat if I don’t?ā€ My voice shook, but I still asked. His expression didn’t change. ā€œThen maybe the cooperation between your family and mine… needs to be reconsidered. You understand what I mean, right?ā€ My heart dropped. So this was it? He was using my family now. Everything they worked for… he could crush it with one word. The room went silent. For a few seconds, I couldn’t hear anything. Then slowly, I lowered my head. ā€œā€¦I’m sorry,ā€ I said, my voice hoarse. Amber covered her cheek, looking at me through tears. ā€œMs. Hereford… are you really apologizing? Or is this just how people like you say sorry? It doesn’t feel realā€¦ā€ My fists clenched. My nails dug into my palms. Then I bent down. Deep. ā€œI’m sorry,ā€ I said again, my voice breaking but clear. ā€œI shouldn’t have hit you. It was my fault. Please forgive me.ā€ Hudson didn’t say anything. Amber sniffed softly. ā€œI still… don’t feel sincerityā€¦ā€ ā€œMikayla,ā€ Hudson said, his voice colder now. ā€œDon’t even think about leaving until you apologize properly.ā€ My lips trembled. ā€œI’m sorry,ā€ I said again, biting down hard so I wouldn’t cry. ā€œIt won’t happen again. I swear.ā€ I straightened slowly and looked at him. ā€œIs this enough?ā€ For a second… he just stared at me. Something flickered in his eyes. Like he remembered something. Maybe the past. But it disappeared just as fast. ā€œThat’s enough,ā€ he said coldly. I nodded once. Then I turned and walked out. Didn’t look back. Behind me, I heard his voice again… but it wasn’t for me. ā€œDoes it still hurt?ā€ he said softly. ā€œCome here, I’ll put some medicine on it. Don’t move.ā€ Amber’s voice came, quiet and weak. ā€œIt does… be gentle, okayā€¦ā€ I kept walking. Tears fell, but I wiped them away fast. Like they never existed. … The next few days, he didn’t come home. And I didn’t call. Not once. On the day everything became official, I went alone. Signed the papers, took the document, listened to the clerk say it was finalized. When they handed it to me, I just stared at it for a second, my fingers brushing over the words. Divorce. That was it. No tears. No pain. Nothing. It was still early when I left. I got a cab and went back to the house, just to grab the last of my things. But the moment I opened the door, I froze. He was there. Standing in the living room like he owned the air. ā€œWhere the hell did you go?ā€ Hudson asked, his voice low, eyes locking on me the second I stepped in. I opened my mouth. Did I tell him? Did I just say it now? Before I could speak, he let out a short breath, like he figured it out already. ā€œYou went out to get something, didn’t you? For today.ā€ I blinked. ā€œToday…?ā€ He frowned slightly. ā€œDon’t tell me you forgot. It’s our anniversary.ā€ My chest tightened. Anniversary. Huh! Our anniversary already happened last month. Five years ago… same day. We stood in front of everyone, exchanged rings, smiled like it meant something. That night… he handed me divorce papers. Told me not to take anything seriously. Five years. Then it ends. And now… the day I got my divorce papers… was the same day. Funny. ā€œYeah,ā€ I said quietly, gripping my bag tighter. ā€œI went out to prepare something.ā€ I did. A divorce certificate. That counted, right? He nodded like it was nothing. ā€œGood. At least you didn’t forget this year.ā€ This year. Did he know… this was also the day everything ended? My thoughts felt messy, tangled, but I didn’t say anything. ā€œI’m flying to Paris tomrrow," he continued, adjusting his cuff like he was talking about business. ā€œTaking Amber with me. She’s been wanting to go for a while.ā€ Of course she did. ā€œSo I cleared today,ā€ he added, glancing at his watch. ā€œI booked a place. Rooftop, private, no bullshit interruptions. We’ll celebrate properly this time.ā€ Properly. Now? After everything? ā€œI’ll give you your gift later,ā€ he said, already grabbing his jacket. ā€œGet ready. We’re leaving.ā€ He walked toward the door like it was already decided. Like I would follow. I didn’t move. Not even a step. He stopped when he realized, then turned back, his brows pulling together. ā€œWhat are you doing? Don’t just stand there.ā€ I looked at him. This man. The one I waited for, loved, endured for five years. Should I tell him now? Should I just say… it’s over? My lips parted. But nothing came out. After a few seconds, I lowered my gaze. ā€œI… have something to finish. You go ahead. I’ll follow later.ā€ He stared at me for a moment, like he was trying to read something. Then he gave a short nod. ā€œFine. Don’t take too long.ā€ And just like that, he left. The door closed. His car started outside. I walked to the window and watched as it drove away, slowly disappearing past the gate. First time in five years… he remembered our anniversary but one month late. And the first time, I didn’t care anymore. I took the document out of my bag. Brand new. Clean. Final. I placed it on the table. Then I picked up my suitcase. Everything I had left. I walked to the door, paused for a second then opened it and stepped out. This time, I didn’t look back. 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