The incident about Yems Clan injuring me died like that. It's been 3 months now and Aztec felt I have gotten over it. To say I was beginning to dislike him is more subtle, now I am disgusted by even the mention of his name.
We’d been mated for eight years, side by side through blood moons and battles. Not that Britney wasn't there, she was but they kept it low. What was never a blazing fire between us had now dwindled to barely glowing embers, suffocated by duty, ambition, and silence.
And then, Betrayal. Effrontery. Guts.
By the time I arrived at the Aztec Fang Headquarters, the whispers had already begun.
The sprawling lodge, surrounded by dense pine forests, was more than the pack’s base—it was the beating heart of Aztec’s empire. Every corridor was patrolled by enforcers in human form, their sharp senses attuned to even the faintest ripple of unrest.
But it wasn’t unrest they watched for tonight—it was me.
I bet they don't know that their Luna isn't docile again. Not to their Alpha.
Minutes later, Aztec arrived. He stepped out of his obsidian-black SUV, his powerful frame commanding respect even in the tense air. Remembering how he treated the Car better than he had treated me, even when he faked loving me.
Flanking him was Britney, her melodic laugh slicing through the crisp mountain air like a blade. The sound froze the whispers momentarily, but only long enough for them to gather momentum again.
Britney. The thorn in my side.
She wasn’t just a distraction; she was a deliberate provocation. I have always stayed in the shadow, hoping that Aztec will choose me but clearly i wasn't the chosen one. Every pack member knew Aztec and I were bonded, but Britney had a way of blurring the lines, stepping into spaces where she didn’t belong. Patrol rides, private meals, and, worst of all, access to the sacred den—a privilege meant only for the Alpha and Luna.
As Aztec walked with her toward the council chamber, he didn’t so much as glance in my direction. And for once i didn't want to meet his eyes, else, i would have them plucked out. The pack’s whispers swelled around me, bold enough now to cut through even my hardened resolve.
“ Alpha is too hot for her to handle…Britney does it better…she knows him better”
“Veronica has lost her edge,” one voice sneered. “Alphas need strength and warmth, not her coldness.”
“And I thought she was better….Britney and Alpha Aztec are matches made in heaven”
I stopped in my tracks, my wolf rising just beneath my skin. Turning slowly, I scanned the crowd. My voice cut through the air like a whip. “Enough.”
The murmurs stopped instantly, heads bowing, tails metaphorically tucked. “If you have something to say about your Luna, say it to my face,” I continued, my tone sharp. “Otherwise, I’ll remind you all who’s in charge.”
“ Want me to have your tails cut off?” I smirked, feeling like a mini version of Aztec.
No one dared respond. Satisfied, I walked away, my wolf still growling softly in my chest.
When I reached my office, a small leather pouch and a scroll awaited me on my desk. The faintly cloying scent of Britney’s perfume clung to the pouch. My wolf snarled as I slipped it into my pocket along with the scroll and marched to Aztec’s quarters.
I knew Britney would have been all over him.
When I reached the carved oak doors, I didn’t knock. My wolf surged forward, clawing at my control, feeding off my simmering rage. I shoved the doors open, startling the two occupants inside.
Britney perched on the edge of Aztec’s desk, her body tilted toward him in a mockery of intimacy. She didn’t flinch when she saw me. Instead, her lips curled into a smirk.
“Well, if it isn’t the Luna herself,” she drawled. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”
Aztec’s amber eyes glowed as his wolf stirred in warning. “Veronica, don’t make a scene.”
“ Is that a threat or you are begging me?” I lashed, turning my back to him.
“ Veronica, you are definitely forgetting that I can cripple you…that you don't matter atleast….not here” He voiced, anger in every word.
I ignored him, my gaze locked on Britney. “Get out,” I said, my voice cold as ice.
Britney didn’t budge. Instead, she leaned back slightly, feigning casualness. “Relax, Luna. You’re always so tense. Maybe that’s why Aztec spends more time with me these days.”
My wolf snarled, but I kept my control. For now.
“Oh, don’t give me that look,” she added, her tone turning mocking. “I know you’re still grieving that little accident of yours. What was it, a few months ago? Shame you couldn’t give Aztec the heir he needs.”
That was it. My control snapped. My claws extended as I lunged at her, my wolf taking over. I grabbed Britney by the arm, throwing her against the wall with enough force to make the wood crack. Her smirk vanished, replaced by a flicker of fear she couldn’t quite hide.
It was time she became scared of me. I wasn’t a fool for not fighting for these years. Ok, maybe i was. But not anymore.
“You dare bring that up?” I growled, my voice thick with the power of my wolf. “Say one more word, and I’ll make sure you regret it.”
