A Farewell the Moon Goddess Never Witnessed

Every pack knew me as the perfect mate.

I gave Ezra Sylvan six years. I stayed quiet and swallowed it all while he slept around.

That day, in his den at Alpha’s Peak,

I caught a scent that wasn’t mine—wild roses and desire.

He wasn’t even sorry I caught him.

Just leaned back against the stone wall and smirked.

“Be a good girl. Go chase off that wild little bitch.”

His Betas and inner circle were already betting on how long I’d last this time.

Ezra, chin in hand, said,

“She’s tame. Give her two days, and she’ll drop it.”

He expected me to crawl back and beg. Just like always.