The Laughingstock Luna: Alpha's Late Tears Worth Nothing

Back when my mate was still an unknown Alpha of a small pack, I rejected our mate bond. Years passed, and he became a strong and powerful Alpha, forcing me to accept my role as his Luna. Everyone admired him for bringing his mate back, for his genuine love for me.

But then he started bringing she-wolves to our pack house every night, and I became a laughingstock in the Snowriver pack. Despite the humiliation, I never confronted him. I didn’t cry or make a scene. I simply retreated to my quarters, living a quiet life and turning a blind eye to his betrayals.

One day, in a fit of rage, he kissed me fiercely and demanded, “Why aren’t you jealous?” Little did he know that I was enduring the curse I received from a full-fledged war years ago. As he took his anger out on me, I silently counted how many days I had left.