Maia Schultz Facebook ad: “He told her to move to the guest wing for spiritual…”

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The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting long, pale shadows across the bedroom floor. I lay still, feigning sleep, listening to the sounds of Charles getting ready. The rustle of his tactical gear, the zip of his boots—it was a performance of duty. "Emilia," he said, his voice rough as he leaned over the bed. I opened my eyes, blinking slowly, forcing my expression into a mask of submissive fatigue. "I have to head out. Border patrol. There have been reports of rogue activity near the northern ridge. Don't wait up." "Be safe, Alpha," I whispered, the title tasting like ash in my mouth. He didn't kiss me. He just patted my shoulder—a dismissive, patronizing touch—and strode out of the room. I waited until I heard the heavy thud of the front door and the roar of his SUV fading down the driveway before I threw off the covers. My heart was pounding, not with fear, but with a cold, focused adrenaline. Charles thought I was just the pampered daughter of the Lycan King, a woman who cared more about tea parties than technology. He forgot who raised me. I grabbed my phone and opened the family tracking app. We had installed it years ago for safety, a standard protocol for high-ranking pack members. He probably thought I didn't know how to bypass the basic filters, or perhaps his arrogance simply led him to believe I wouldn't dare check up on him. The little blue dot representing his SUV moved steadily away from the Pack House. I watched, breath held, as it approached the turnoff for the northern ridge—and drove right past it. "Liar," I hissed. The dot continued south, crossing the invisible boundary line of our territory and entering the neutral zone. It finally came to a stop at "The Midnight Moon," a secluded café popular for illicit meetings because pack jurisdiction didn't apply there. I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I went to my closet, bypassing my silk dresses and designer coats. I pulled out a nondescript gray hoodie and a pair of worn jeans I used for gardening. I tied my hair back and grabbed the keys to the gardener’s old sedan, a vehicle so invisible no one would look twice at it. Read now to see how she takes revenge! #BetrayalStory #StrongFemaleLead #Revenge #HeartWrenchingRomance #WomenFiction #LifeAfterBetrayal #MustReadStory

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He told her to move to the guest wing for "spiritual meditation"… while planning to make his mistress the new Luna.