Chapter 4

I had just pushed open the Packhouse door when a piercing laugh came from upstairs.

The sound came from the nursery I had originally prepared for our future pup.

Rage instantly consumed me, my wolf growling furiously.

That room held immense significance for me.

Three years ago, Leo and I had carefully decorated it together, eagerly awaiting the birth of our pup.

The pale moonlight-colored paint on the walls, we'd applied it. The exquisite oak crib in the corner, we'd chosen it together.

Over these years, because of my weak body and inability to conceive an heir, that room had become my deepest wound.

Whenever the darkness of night pressed down on me, I would come here alone to heal, seeking a shred of comfort among those soft little blankets.

Now, he'd actually let Grace in there?

Fury burned in my chest.

I rushed up the stairs, through the corridor, and shoved the door open, only to find Grace sitting comfortably on the very crib I had carefully selected.

"This room is wonderful, Leo," she cooed softly, her hand stroking the bed rail, undisguised smugness in her eyes.

"Our pup will be so blessed to have this place after birth."

I didn't think twice before rushing in, ready to shove her away.

But before I could get close, Leo strode forward and grabbed my wrist, pushing me away with force.

"What's wrong with you? You burst in here like a lunatic!" he barked, his brows furrowed.

"You're really going to give this room to her?" I stared at him, my voice hoarse and broken.

"Have you forgotten what this room means to me? You promised me this room would only ever belong to our pup!"

Leo snorted coldly, his tone dripping with arrogance and impatience. "Enough, Amelia! You've disappointed me all these years. You still haven't gotten pregnant. This room sitting empty is just a waste. Better to let Grace use it. She's carrying my pup now."

"So I'm supposed to just hand over my hope to someone else?" My heart was bleeding.

"You'd better face reality and accept the current arrangement." He threatened me coldly.

"If you keep making unreasonable scenes like this, I'll have to reconsider whether you're still fit to hold the position of Luna of Ironclaw Pack."

Looking at that face I once loved so deeply, watching him treat me so cruelly for another she-wolf, I felt all our memories crumbling in an instant.

His sweet words, those promises, they'd all become poisoned blades stabbing into my heart.

I said nothing more, shook off his hand, and walked out of the room.

In the end, I moved into the guest room.

However, as a werewolf, my keen hearing became the cruelest torture device.

I heard the rhythmic creaking of the wooden bed, accompanied by Grace's sweet moans and Leo's low grunts.

"Leo..." Grace panted coquettishly, "Our child will definitely be the strongest Alpha. You're amazing."

Leo's voice was thick with lust and pride. "The one in your belly is the true heir of Ironclaw Pack."

"But Amelia... she's still the Luna after all."

"Don't mention her. It kills the mood." Leo snorted coldly, his tone filled with undisguised contempt.

"A Luna who can't even bear a pup? And she still boils those foul-smelling herbs every day, really thinking I'd still have the appetite to touch her?"

Hearing this, I was thunderstruck, frozen in place.

Thinking back to how I'd traveled everywhere trying to conceive an heir, enduring agonizing pain... it turned out all of it had been my own self-deception!

All his tenderness toward me, his patience, his guilt, all fake.

I kept blaming myself for not being able to bear an heir for the pack, never knowing I was just a ridiculous stepping stone from the very beginning.

I clenched my fists tight, nails digging deep into my palms, blood dripping through my fingers onto the floor, but I couldn't feel any pain.

Because the ache in my chest was already so intense I could barely breathe.

But I didn't cry.