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"Tell her, I won't forgive her unless she kneels and apologizes to my love." "But... Alpha, Luna Cecilia has just left a divorce paper at your office and hung a 'F*CK YOU CHEATER' banner before your door. The pack members are all gossiping about your infidelity." —————— Cecilia 　　My werewolf mate had cheated on me. 　　I stood outside the Alpha conference room and through the half-open doorway, I witnessed him entangled with another female werewolf. His fingers threaded through her blonde hair and his lips pressed against her neck, just as he had once done to me. Even though as a human I couldn't feel the pain of a torn mate bond, the sight still made me choke with nausea. 　　Eight years of my life melted into pieces in this moment. My legs feel like they're frozen, my heels nailed dead to the marble floor. An inner voice laughs at my naivety-a human trying to hold onto a werewolf's heart forever. My throat tightens and my stomach turns, and I force myself not to break down on the spot. 　　After what felt like an eternity, I finally raised my hand and knocked. 　　"Come in," a deep, husky voice called from inside. 　　My fingers tightened around the files I was holding, my knuckles turning white as I struggled to maintain my composure. The other pack members might sense my distress if I didn't keep myself under control. As a human married to the Alpha of Blood Moon Pack, I had learned to mask my emotions well. 　　As I pushed the door open, I forced my lips into a practiced smile. I walked directly to Xavier's side, careful not to inhale too deeply. I didn't want to smell her on him – that other female whose scent had been lingering around our home for weeks. 　　"Busy?" I asked, my tone deliberately light. "I have some documents that need your signature." 　　My question was purely rhetorical. I had already placed the files in front of him, helpfully turned to the pages requiring his signature. My perfect act, still performing even as my heart turned to stone. 　　Xavier had just returned from Switzerland this morning. He'd gone straight to the office to catch up on work, and his desk was already covered with paperwork. Fatigue marked his handsome face, though I knew the real reason for his exhaustion had nothing to do with business meetings. Without even glancing at what I'd brought, he signed every document. 　　"Thanks for handling this," he said, still not looking up. 　　I gathered the signed papers, tucking them carefully against my chest. "Will you be home for dinner tonight?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. 　　"I've got plans. Don't wait up for me," he replied dismissively, attention already shifted back to his computer. 　　"Alright, I'll see you later then," I said, turning to leave. 　　The moment my back was to him, my smile twisted into something cold and bitter. The facade of the devoted Luna crumbled with each step I took toward the door. 　　As I passed the attached rest area of his office, I heard a soft thump from inside, like someone small trying to move quietly.My eyes darted to the side, taking in the scene: scattered snack packages on the coffee table, a half-empty bubble tea, and a pale pink high heel toppled on its side on the floor. 　　In that instant, my heart turned to ash. 　　The walk back to my own office depleted whatever energy I had left. I collapsed into my chair, exhaling a long, defeated breath. From among the stack of papers, I pulled out one specific document. 　　Divorce papers. 　　I flipped to the final page, tracing Xavier's signature with a mixture of vindication and sorrow. Memories flooded my mind... how he'd once vowed that I was his one true mate, how fiercely he had pursued me in high school, insisting that even though I was human, the Moon Goddess had destined us for each other. I remembered how Dora, his mother and the Elder Luna, had sneered at me, warning me not to get too comfortable. "Wolves may claim to mate for life," she'd said, "but an Alpha male will never be satisfied with just one woman, especially a human one." 　　I had defended him then. "Xavier is different," I'd insisted. "Our bond is different." 　　How naive I had been. 　　He wasn't different at all. He'd cheated with a younger wolf girl, foolishly believing he was hiding it well. All while enjoying the thrill of his infidelity. He'd even taken her on his business trip, and then had the audacity to bring her back to the pack's headquarters. 　　I snapped a photo of his signature and sent it to Luna Dora with a simple message: He signed it. 　　A week ago, I had negotiated terms with Luna Dora. She wanted me to initiate the divorce quietly, keeping our secret marriage from becoming pack gossip. In return, I demanded ten million dollars in compensation. In one month, Xavier would be completely removed from my life. 　　... 　　A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. 　　I quickly hid the divorce papers. "Come in," I called out. 　　Henry, Xavier's Beta assistant, entered my office. 　　"Luna Cecilia, Alpha Xavier asked me to deliver this to you," he said, placing a dark green velvet box on my desk. 　　I opened it casually, revealing an obscenely expensive diamond set. But instead of feeling pleased, all I could picture was the short-haired girl wearing nothing but a bathrobe, playfully dangling a similar diamond necklace. I imagined the dim, romantic lighting, the rumpled bedsheets, and the kiss marks dotting her neck and chest that Xavier had left as he betrayed me. 　　The bile of betrayal rose in my throat, thick and bitter.I reminded myself—one more month. Just one. I’ve had enough of playing the dutiful Luna in a kingdom built on lies. Nothing will derail my exit this time. 　　"Thank you, Beta Henry," I said, looking up with eyes that could cut glass. 　　“The Alpha picked it himself,” he added hastily, voice cracking. “It’s one of a kind. There’s nothing else like it in the world.” 　　Pity his loyalty isn’t as rare as his taste in jewelry. I had no desire to wear anything he'd touched after touching her. 　　I curled my lips into a smile sharp enough to draw blood. “How thoughtful of him,” I said sweetly. “Imagine finding time for jewelry shopping in between board meetings... and bedroom visits.” 　　I could practically hear Beta Henry’s soul trying to climb out of his body. They didn't expect that I knew Xavier had cheated on me long ago.Fear radiated from him as he quickly excused himself from my office. 　　Once he fled, I stared down at the diamonds like they were crawling with maggots. 　　My fingers flew over the screen, finding the contact saved as ‘LUXE RESALE - Elena’. The photo attached with a satisfying ping. My message was terse, final: 　　【This set. Sell immediately. Liquidate. Donate every cent to the Sunrise Pediatric Rehab Center.】 　　【Estimated market value exceeds $500,000. Are you sure?】 　　【Looking at it makes me sick. Get rid of it. Yesterday.】 　　【...Okay.】 　　Cecilia 　　5:00 PM. Parking garage. 　　I had just reached my car and was opening the door when my eyes inadvertently drifted across the lot. A sleek black SUV was already running, and through the window, I could see Xavier in the back seat. Pressed against him was a girl with short hair and a round, youthful face, radiating the boundless energy of youth that apparently my Alpha mate found irresistible. 　　"Alpha Xavier!" Beta Henry’s panicked voice rang out as tires screeched. He slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. 　　Through the thick pane of glass, Xavier’s eyes locked with mine. His gaze flared, black with fury. 　　Mine stayed flat. Dead. Hollow. 　　Across that silence, the girl noticed me—but instead of pulling away, she doubled down, looping her arms around his neck, her lips brushing his ear with a whisper. 　　My eyes burned as if someone had thrown acid into them. The partial mate bond, even incomplete as ours was, made witnessing his betrayal physically painful.I know she is swearing sovereignty to me, which is a provocation. 　　I tore my gaze away, slipped into my car, and drove off without a second glance in their direction. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to confront them, to challenge her—but I wasn't a wolf. I was just a human who had been foolish enough to believe in forever with an Alpha. 　　When I arrived home to our spacious penthouse apartment, it wasn't long before I heard the sound of Xavier's car pulling into the garage beneath us. The sound made my stomach clench with dread and anger. 　　I stood in our walk-in closet, removing the diamond necklace he'd given me last month—another guilt offering I now realized—when a wall of muscle pressed against my back. The familiar cedar cold scent that had once brought me comfort now made my skin crawl. 　　Xavier braced his hands on the glass cabinet on either side of me, leaning down to peer at my face from the side. "Are you angry?" His voice carried that commanding Alpha tone that had once made me weak at the knees. 　　Without looking at him, I carefully placed the necklace back in its box with deliberate slowness. My voice was ice when I finally spoke. "Angry enough to commit murder. You'd better watch your back." 　　Xavier stared at me in silence for a long moment, his wolf clearly assessing the threat in my words. Finally, he spoke again, his tone carefully measured. "The White family is interested in collaborating with us on the Nova Star project. I've been in discussions with Gavin, their eldest son. The girl you saw is his sister." 　　"What, you need to entertain his sister to secure his business?" I turned to face him, my gaze piercing. "Is that how Blood Moon Pack conducts business now?" 　　"Cecilia, I'm trying to explain. Stop with the attitude!" His Alpha voice slipped out, a desperate attempt to control the situation. 　　"There's nothing to explain," I finally turned to look at him, my eyes clear and cold, peering into his soul. "Xavier, if you're tired of me and want she to be the Luna of this pack, I'm willing to step aside." 　　Xavier's face darkened instantly. "What did you just say?" His wolfish side is about to appear, eyes flashing with gold. 　　I sighed. "I said, we can get divorced." 　　When I tried to walk away, he grabbed me and pulled me back forcefully. Xavier gripped my chin, his fingers pressing into my skin as he growled a warning. "You'd better not even think about that." 　　I remained silent. 　　Not only had I thought about it—I'd already set it in motion. 　　I. 　　Was. 　　Done with him. 　　Xavier stayed home late that night, but was summoned away by a phone call. I clearly heard a soft, feminine voice on the other end, whimpering like she was crying. 　　The next morning, my lawyer friend and confidante,Harper sent me a screenshot: his little girlfriend's latest social media update. It showed a sunrise from a mountaintop, with two hands forming a heart shape—one large, one small. The caption read: "Feeling each other's heartbeats in the gentle embrace of the sunrise." 　　I recognized Xavier's hand immediately. The bond between us may have been incomplete, but I knew every inch of him—every scar, every callus. 　　I sat there, holding my water glass for who knows how long. 　　For several days after that, Xavier didn't come home. 　　We only saw each other at company meetings. He sat in the center seat as Alpha, while I sat with the other executives. We never once made eye contact during those meetings.I didn't bother going to his office. 　　In my spare time, I busied myself with finding a new place to live, viewing apartments, and getting rid of all the gifts he'd given me over the years—anniversary presents, birthday gifts, Valentine's Day tokens, wedding gifts... I even sold my wedding ring. 　　When you no longer want the person, what's the point in keeping the emotional garbage of your past? 　　... 　　That evening, Ana, the owner of the Jade Palace club, invited me out. It was nearly eleven o'clock, and I initially didn't want to go, but considering that after divorcing and leaving Blood Moon Pack's company, I would need my own network of connections to start my business, I decided to accept. 　　As soon as I entered the club, I spotted Ana. 　　"Ana, I could have found my way up. You didn't need to come down," I said with a smile that didn't reach my eyes. 　　Ana linked her arm with mine affectionately as we entered the elevator. "I was worried you might get lost, honey. You've never been here before, right?" 　　That was true. This was my first time here. 　　We went upstairs, and Ana led me into a large private room divided by an ornate Chinese-style screen in the center. 　　Upon entering, I noticed several people on the other side of the screen, but Ana didn't lead me there. Instead, she took me to the side where only one person sat—someone who looked vaguely familiar. I recognized her as the girlfriend of one of Xavier's friends. 　　She seemed to recognize me too, and her expression turned awkward, though she managed a small smile. 　　After I took off my coat and sat down, Ana left again. 　　I took a sip of the drink placed before me, and gradually the boisterous conversation from the other side of the screen reached my ears. As they continued talking, they began discussing me. 　　"When it comes to this, Xavier hasn't brought that human to the party lately," a voice said with contempt. 　　"It's obvious. Cici has purebred Alpha heritage—young, gorgeous, and the real deal. Xavier flaunts her at every event like she's some prize jewel. He doesn’t bother hiding his human wife anymore." Another voice echoes. 　　"I finally got my idea. After eight years, Xavier finally figured out the importance of bloodline." 　　"No matter how beautiful a human is, it's just a plaything. Eight years, tsk, it's so patient. What can human women have? They can't even mark it." 　　"And she is so naive, she has been fooled for so long and kept in the dark. She think she can really be Luna? She has been useless for so many years except for a beautiful face and a good figure." 　　Someone laughed, "I want me to say that when Xavier is completely tired of it, I don't mind taking over to comfort her. I've been coveting that slim waist for a long time." 　　"Be careful, human women cannot withstand the power of our werewolf," another voice joined in teasing with a nasty hint. 　　I stood around the corner, my eyes cold. I am very familiar with these voices - they are all Xavier's friends, and they call me "Luna" intimately when they see me. Now that he has revealed his true face, he just treats me as a joke in their circle. 　　The woman sitting with me looked so uncomfortable she couldn't even meet my eyes. When she saw me stand up, she probably thought I was going to flee in humiliation. Instead, I cleared my throat, picked up my drink, and walked toward the screen. I leaned against it casually and joined their conversation in a relaxed tone. 　　“Gentlemen, I couldn’t help overhearing—and I think you’ve got the story a little backward.” 　　Their laughter choked off. 　　“When Xavier first got with me,” I continued, tilting my head with mock sweetness, “he was just a sweet little virgin Alpha, all awkward hands and wide-eyed promises. If anyone’s been doing the using for the past eight years... wouldn’t that be me?” 　　Silence. 　　Absolute, stunned silence. 　　Everyone on the couch stared at me in horror. 　　And then— 　　Two tall figures stepped into the room behind me. 　　I didn’t turn. I didn’t need to. 　　Their presence spoke for itself. 　　And judging by the looks on their faces, everyone else in the room got the message loud and clear. 　　Damn. 　　Cecilia 　　Xavier stood behind me, his face a mask of frigid fury. 　　My wolf mate—no, soon-to-be ex-mate—was watching this whole scene unfold. 　　I turned back to face the group, my eyes landing on the short-haired girl sitting in the corner of the sofa. Just moments ago, she'd been crossing her legs confidently, twirling her hair around her finger with a smug expression. Now her face had soured completely, looking at me like she wanted to tear out my throat. 　　So this is where they'd been having their little pack gatherings. From the casual way these men spoke, this wasn't the first time. They were already appearing in public together without any attempt to hide their relationship. 　　Xavier stepped forward, his Alpha presence filling the room. 　　Suddenly, like puppets whose strings had been pulled, everyone sprang into motion. 　　"Luna Cecilia, we're so sorry, we were just talking nonsense," one of them stammered, the title 'Luna' sounding hollow now. 　　"Luna Cecilia, there's nothing between Xavier and Miss White," another added desperately. 　　"Luna Cecilia, please don't take any of this seriously." 　　Xavier grabbed my wrist, his grip firm as he tried to drag me toward the exit. The partial bond between us sparked painfully at his touch, a cruel reminder of what we once had. 　　I whirled around and threw my drink directly into his face. 　　The room fell silent as a graveyard. 　　Everyone watched with wide eyes, their shock palpable. How dare a human challenge an Alpha wolf in public? 　　My wolf instincts would be screaming at me to submit if I had any—but I didn't. I was just a human who had finally reached her breaking point. 　　The next moment, I smiled sweetly and said, "Go ahead and continue having fun with your little sweetheart. I won't ruin your good time anymore." 　　I tried to pry his fingers from my wrist, the bond between us flickering with each touch. 　　Xavier's face darkened dangerously, his wolf clearly raging beneath the surface. Without warning, he hoisted me up and threw me over his shoulder. 　　Everyone in the room: "..." 　　In the hallway, I struggled fiercely against his grip, hanging over his shoulder. 　　The elevator doors opened right on cue. 　　As Xavier carries me into the elevator and turns around, I see a man - his tall frame takes up almost half the elevator space. The tailored black suit outlined broad shoulders and a powerful silhouette, and expensive leather shoes framed his long, slender legs. Even the relaxed, sagging arms showed the power contained within, and his large. 　　The air in the elevator instantly became tense. 　　I couldn't help but look up at him as we prepared to leave. What hit my eyes was a handsome, angular face with deep sockets beneath steel-gray werewolf eyes that glowed with danger. He surveyed me with slight disdain, his thin lips pursed slightly, his jawline as harsh as a knife carving. Such an extremely aggressive face, but with an aristocratic elegance of detachment. 　　I quickly covered my face and looked down again. My human senses might be dull compared to a wolf's, but even I could feel the power radiating from that stranger. An Alpha, definitely—and not just any Alpha. 　　Outside the club, Xavier threw me into the back seat of his car before climbing in himself. 　　I struggled to sit up, dizzy from being carried upside down and then tossed around. My head was spinning, and I felt like I might have a concussion. 　　Xavier took wet wipes from the car's toolbox and started cleaning his face. 　　My sharp eyes caught sight of what looked like a small box behind the tissue box. The evidence of his betrayal was literally everywhere. His accusatory voice filled the car, "What were you doing there? Trying to catch me cheating?" 　　I opened the car door, intending to get out. This car felt contaminated. 　　"Cecilia!" Xavier growled, yanking me back inside. "Where do you think you're going? Don't you know when to stop?" 　　My breathing quickened as I pressed my fingertips together to calm myself. "I want to go home," I managed to say. 　　Xavier called beta Beta Henry, who had been waiting outside the club, to drive us. 　　The entire ride home, neither of us spoke. I sat as far away from him as possible, my face pale as if I might throw up any moment. The scent of alcohol clung to him—sharp, heady, and laced with a perfume that wasn’t mine. 　　At home, I immediately got out of the car. 　　In the kitchen, I downed an entire glass of ice water before I felt somewhat better. 　　When I came out, Xavier was sitting in the living room. I went over and sat down. 　　Another suffocating silence fell between us until Xavier finally spoke. "I was there for a business meeting. You barging into the club and making a scene like that—you've really embarrassed me. Don't you realize how foolish and upset you look right now, acting like some angry woman?" 　　"Anything else?" I responded calmly, my emotions locked away behind walls of ice. 　　"If you still want us to have a future together, drop these unnecessary suspicions. I don't have time to babysit your emotions." 　　"Understood. Anything else?" My voice remained steady. 　　"..." Xavier frowned deeply. "Cecilia, do you know how annoying you're being right now?" 　　I stood up with a slight smile curving my lips. 　　Soon enough, you won't be annoyed anymore. 　　I went upstairs. 　　After showering, Xavier slid under the covers beside me.In the darkness, I lay on my side facing away from him, shifting further toward the edge of the bed to avoid any physical contact. Among wolves, touch was sacred—it strengthened the bond between mates. But we weren't true mates, were we? Our bond had never been completed, and now it was fracturing beyond repair. 　　Xavier turned and pulled me forcefully into his arms, dragging me from the edge of the bed into his embrace with barely contained anger. 　　His tall, strong body easily overpowered mine. Once he tightened his grip, I couldn't move at all. 　　I spent the entire night rigid in his arms, imagining the same arms wrapped around Cici White. 　　In the morning, I made breakfast only for myself. 　　Xavier came downstairs and saw me sitting alone eating toast. He was about to leave but changed direction and approached the dining area, leaning down to whisper in my ear with a gentler voice, as if trying to coax me: "This weekend, let's go sailing for a couple of days. Just the two of us." 　　I continued drinking my milk and gave a noncommittal "Mmm" through my nose. 　　Not surprisingly, by the day before the weekend, he canceled again, saying he needed to fly to Hong Kong. 　　I felt nothing. Not a ripple of disappointment. 　　Perhaps he hadn't even realized how long it had been since we'd shared a meal together or truly spent time with each other. His words warned me against thinking of divorce, but in reality, he treated me like air. If I disappeared one day, he probably wouldn't even notice. 　　That weekend, I removed my books from our shared bookshelf and packed them in a suitcase to take to my new place. 　　While sorting through them, I received a rare call from Dora. 　　I answered politely, "Hello, Luna Dora." 　　Dora responded with arrogant indifference, "Come over. About what we discussed before—let's put it in writing." 　　"Is that really necessary?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. 　　"I say it is, so it is," she snapped, her authority as Elder Luna evident in her tone. 　　"Fine, I'll come by this afternoon." 　　"Come at noon." 　　"Alright." 　　On the other end of the line, I could almost imagine Dora's ugly face, I guess she'd come up with some little trick to be disgusting, nothing more than a disgusting image of Xavier and that little she-wolf getting intimate. She's probably waiting for me to see the scummy couple get it on, isn't she? After all, in her eyes, only a pureblood werewolf is worthy of her baby boy. But sadly, I won't be saddened by that. 　　I don't care about whatever the trick is. Let it rip, my good mother-in-law-Dora! 　　Cecilia 　　At 11:40 a.m. 　　My silhouette appeared in front of the Grimm family mansion, the territory of the Blood Moon Clan. The scent of pine and earth burrowed into my nostrils, uncomfortably familiar. 　　This had been a second home, and now every visit made me feel as if I had been there. The pack's werewolf steward's pupils contracted violently when he saw me at the door. 　　"Lu,Luna Cecilia." He stammered out, his eyes rolling uneasily. Apparently he knew he had a visitor today, but didn't think it would be me.Cold sweat was already seeping down his front. 　　In the social circle of the wolves, our registered marriage in the human world was like an unseen secret. 　　The marriage certificate was carefully tucked away, as if it were some kind of unseemly handle, known only to both parents, Beta Henry and a few inner circle members. 　　In the world of the wolves, one is never truly accepted without a formal mate ceremony. For the past eight years, I've been nothing more than an anomaly, a barely tolerated human woman. Every time I attended a wolf gathering, the looks with contempt reminded me: you're just an outsider, an outsider who could be discarded at any time. 　　"Please... Come with me." The butler came over with a difficult face, as if he was about to execute some kind of torture. 　　Before we could reach the living room foyer, a sweet to snorting flirtation pierced the air: "I win again! Xavier,are you letting me off the hook?" 　　My footsteps froze in an instant. My brain went blank for three seconds before all the clues connected to the brutal truth. This is the reason why he canceled the weekend date - the so-called "business trip to Hong Kong". "Heh." A cold laugh uncontrollably spilled out of the corner of my lips as I continued to walk forward. 　　Xavier's pupils plummeted seismically when he looked up and saw me, "What are you doing here?" Questioning tone sharp as a knife. "Your mother invited." I laughed coldly, a sneer overflowing in the bottom of my eyes, "That's funny, shouldn't you be in Hong Kong right now? When did you awaken your instantaneous movement superpower?" His eyelashes fluttered rapidly - a guilty micro-expression I was familiar with after our years together. 　　The Shadow Pack she-wolf on the couch - Cici White - deliberately wiggled her way over to reach out. 　　The room is filled with the scent of her mingling with Xavier, and the nausea makes my stomach twitch. "Hi~ I'm Cici!" She grimaced with a fake smile and showed her teeth, signaling her provocation to me. 　　I didn't even look at the outstretched hand. In the pack hierarchy, even as a human, I'm still nominally the Luna of the Shadow Pack - albeit an empty title. 　　There was no need to lower myself to take her provocation. Dora Green, The Blood Moon Pack' elder Luna, appeared at the door at the right time. 　　She gave Cici an affectionate, close-faced salute before sweeping me over with trashy eyes: "Did you have a good time dear? Just make yourself at home here~" her voice to Cici was sweet enough to drip honey. 　　Turning to me, her tone immediately iced over, "This is the manager of our company,Cecilia, here on official business." A room full of people knew my identity by heart, but she deliberately reduced me to an ordinary employee. 　　This was to declare to everyone that for Xavier and Cici's possible marriage, I, a human wife, was not even a stumbling block. 　　Cici raised her chin in triumph, "Oh~ so it's just an employee." Each syllable carried the accent of a wolf marking territory. I didn't bother to bestow their eyes, locking straight onto Xavier's face. I wanted to see how he would react-would defend me? Would recognize my position? But his face was cold and hard as marble, and he didn't even move his eyebrows. 　　He didn't care that his mother had publicly humiliated me. Is it true that he doesn't understand the insult of the moment? 　　No, he knew it all too well. It's just that the bond that was never really forged is crumbling far faster than I could have predicted. 　　"Luna Dora," I looked directly at Dora, with a calm tone, "Since you called me in purpose, why not just say what you want to talk about?" 　　"One other day." She waved her hand arrogantly, as if sending a servant,"Since you're here, stay for lunch." She didn't even look at me when she said this, as if I only deserved this kind of perfunctory. 　　"No need, I still have an appointment." I felt a dull ache in my chest as I turned, but I still straightened my back. For eight years, I had become accustomed to pretending not to see their contempt in this home. 　　"The elders want you to stay and eat, what is your attitude? I don't understand any etiquette. Dora Green shouted aggressively behind her, her voice filled with contempt and disdain. 　　I stopped. Twenty days, I silently calculated in my heart. There are still 20 days left to file the divorce papers. What are these last twenty days of humiliation? 　　"Okay, I'll stay." I turned to meet her eyes and sneered. I walked straight to the table and sat down in a remote position. 　　But Dora clearly wasn't going to let me go so easily. She looked around proudly and suddenly said, "Since you are here, why don't you use some residual heat and pour tea for everyone." " 　　There was a few chuckles at the dinner table. I clenched my fists - that was what she was really doing to keep me for dinner, to humiliate me in front of everyone, to use me like a servant. 　　"Why, you don't even want to do this?" She scoffed, "Humans are really unreliable, and they don't even know the most basic etiquette." " 　　I slowly stood up, picked up the teapot, and walked over to her with a smile on my face. To everyone's astonishment, I poured hot tea over her well-groomed hair. 　　"I'm sorry, Luna Dora," I said, putting down the teapot in a sweet voice, "my human hand just isn't steady. Hope you are satisfied with this cup of 'tea'? " 　　There was a dead silence in the restaurant, save for the sound of tea dripping down Dora's stiff cheeks. 　　Cecilia 　　The rain had stopped by the time I drove off the property. 　　In the rearview mirror, the gates of Blood Moon Pack faded from sight. 　　For the first time in eight years, I felt true relief. 　　Pulling out my cell phone, I sent Dora a message, "Dear Dora, I assume you've received that survey. Remember our agreement - the five million must be transferred into my account by noon tomorrow. Otherwise, I don't mind letting everyone know how Luna of Blood Moon Pack used underhanded tactics against a human daughter-in-law." 　　The phone quickly vibrated. Dora's reply came surprisingly fast, "You funny girl!" 　　I laughed softly and sent another message, "Is the tea warm enough? If it's not hot enough for you, I can always come back and refill it." 　　Turning off my cell phone, I took a deep breath. I may be destined to be the underdog in this game with the wolves, but I'll never make it easy for them.Xavier betrayed me, Dora humiliated me, so in return, I'll make them pay the price they deserve. 　　Money? It's nothing to them. But it was worth the deal to make the high and mighty Luna suffer, and to show the man who betrayed me the true colors of his mother. 　　"Goodbye, Blood Moon Pack," I said, stepping on the gas. 　　... 　　The road stretched before me as I drove through the increasingly heavy rain. My thoughts scattered like the droplets hitting my windshield, memories of eight years flashing through my mind—eight years of being treated as less than, eight years of hoping for a mating ceremony that would never come. 　　Suddenly, a flash caught my eye as a yellow motorcycle swerved dangerously in front of my car. My heart leaped into my throat as I slammed on the brakes. 　　Bang-- 　　The impact came from behind, sending me lurching forward. My forehead connected with the steering wheel with sickening force. Sharp pain radiated from my temple, and when I looked up, the rain-blurred world had turned crimson. 　　I grabbed a tissue and frantically wiped the blood from my eyes. The yellow motorcycle was long gone, vanished into the downpour like a ghost. 　　"Knock, knock—" 　　Someone was at my window. I lowered it, raindrops immediately splashing onto my lap. 　　Outside stood a distinguished-looking man in his early fifties, wearing glasses and holding a sleek black umbrella. His expression conveyed genuine regret—something I hadn't seen from a wolf in a long time. 　　"Miss, I'm terribly sorry. We're at fault for rear-ending you," he said with unexpected politeness. "My employer is on a tight schedule. Would you consider exchanging contact information? You can send us a list of damages, and I assure you we'll cover everything." 　　"I'd prefer to have the police handle this," I replied, my voice strained. 　　The day's events had pushed me to my emotional limit—the confrontation at Xavier's, discovering his betrayal, and now this accident. 　　I'm running out of patience today and don't have the extra energy to accommodate anyone. 　　I stepped out into the rain, wincing as droplets hit my wound. The back of my car had a significant dent where the Bentley had collided with it. 　　Frowning, I took photos for evidence and called the police. 　　The man accepted my decision without argument and returned to the Bentley to report to whoever waited inside. 　　The rain intensified, pounding against the pavement. My white blouse clung to my skin as I stood exposed to the elements, one hand pressed against my bleeding temple while I spoke with the emergency operator. 　　I returned to my car to escape the downpour, but my clothes were already soaked through. Within minutes, police arrived, followed by a silver Maybach that pulled up almost simultaneously. 　　Stepping out again into the rain, I noticed another person exiting the Bentley besides the older man—a tall, lanky figure with a silhouette as angular as a Greek sculpture. His skin was tinged with aristocratic pallor, and his eyes were sharp and deep, with a wild glint underneath.. 　　When he caught me staring, he returned my gaze with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, awakening something primal within me. 　　A strange familiarity washed over me... 　　"Give it to her," his deep voice commanded, removing the suit jacket draped over his arm and handing it to the older man. Without another glance in my direction, he strode to the Maybach and disappeared inside. 　　The older gentleman hurried over with the jacket. "Miss, you're soaked through. Please take this." 　　Looking down, I realized with mortification that my blouse had become practically transparent. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I gratefully accepted the jacket and slipped it on. "Thank you." 　　The older gentleman spoke quietly with the police officer while the Maybach pulled away, cutting through the curtain of rain. I caught only a fleeting glimpse of the stranger's aristocratic profile, but the impression lingered. 　　The jacket still held his body heat and carried a distinct scent—sandalwood mixed with something wild and untamed that instantly calmed my frayed nerves. 　　After the police finished their report and we exchanged information,the older gentleman offered to accompany me to the hospital for my head wound. 　　I declined politely, my initial anger having subsided. "I apologize for being difficult earlier. I've had a terrible day, and I took it out on you. It wasn't your fault." I gestured to the jacket. "I'll have this cleaned and returned to you." 　　The older gentleman nodded graciously. 　　... 　　As I drove myself to the hospital, Xavier was frantically trying to reach me. 　　I laughed coldly - this man was always like that, disappearing when I needed him, and then showing up when I didn't want to see him. Just like now, knowing that I hate his "protector" attitude, he has to play the hero at a time like this. 　　After eight years, he never learned to read my mind, or rather, he didn't care to understand the feelings of a human being. When he should have been by my side, he chose someone else; when I had already decided to let go, he acted like he cared. 　　Heh, what a poorly thought out guy. -------------------------------- Open the app and continue reading the rest of the story . 👉 (It will automatically jump to the book when you open the app) 💕Due to FB has a limit on the amount of text, Pls Download Dreame to read Full version 💕<Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable> on Dreame