Gabby
The next morning, I heard familiar laughter coming from the kitchen. The sound of Alice and Alan cooking and laughing together made my skin crawl. Even after I stood silently in the doorway for several minutes, they didn’t notice me.
Their behavior was so natural—like a couple who’d done this a hundred times before. I felt sick watching Alan feed Alice a piece of raw, still-bloody meat, like two teenagers madly in love. I sighed, memories of last night crashing back—the sharp contrast between then and now twisted in my chest.
Alice turned around, casually setting down the meat in her hand. Blood dripped from her long fingernails, but I kept my expression blank, refusing to let her get under my skin.
“Oh, Luna Gabby,” Alice said sweetly. “I made breakfast for Alpha Alan. You should try it too.”
She glanced at Alan with a coy smile. “When I stopped by to drop off those important documents, he mentioned he was starving. I just wanted to help out with your responsibilities. You don’t mind, do you?”
Beta Alice looked back at me with a faint, knowing smirk. “I also made him a fresh vegetable salad. He absolutely loves my salads,” she added, as if marking her territory.
Her behavior made me nauseous. She acted like she owned the place—like I was the guest and she was the hostess, graciously welcoming me in.
“It’s fine. I’m skipping breakfast. I’d probably throw up.” I couldn’t help the bite in my tone.
“Oh, come on. There’s wolfmary soup too. Alpha Alan loves it. You should add it to your regular meals. I’ll give you the recipe—I'm sure he’ll fall in love with your cooking,” she said with a sugary smile.
It sounded harmless, but her words lit a fire inside me.
Alpha Alan walked over and wrapped an arm around my waist, playing the part of the perfect partner. I wanted to scream.
“You should really try your sister’s salad sometime,” he said casually. “It’s delicious.”
I pulled away from him as smoothly as I could and offered a cold, sarcastic smile. Without touching a single dish Alice had prepared, I walked to the fridge, grabbed a carton of cold milk, and drank it straight from the bottle.
“I’m done.” I tossed the empty carton into the trash, then turned to Alan.
“Can you take me to get my visa renewed, Alpha Alan?”
He raised an eyebrow, eyeing me with that same warm gaze—the one that used to melt my heart. Who would've guessed a man with eyes that gentle was faking every ounce of love he ever claimed to feel for me?
“Of course,” he replied.
“And after that…” I let the sentence trail as I stepped closer to him, even though the very act made my skin crawl. “Can you accompany me to see Elder Roland?”
His brow lifted again, but before he could ask anything, I explained further.
“I have a small matter to discuss with him, sweetheart. And I’m sure if you take me, Elder Roland will prioritize the meeting. Only you can make that happen for me.” I forced a sweet tone into my voice, burying the nausea rising in my throat.
I smiled—barely. My plan was already clear. I was going to expose everything—every betrayal by Alpha Alan and Beta Alice—to Elder Roland.
But before I could say another word, a loud scream rang out, cutting through the room like a knife. Alan and I turned at once, startled.
Alpha Alan ran into the guest room and reappeared seconds later, carrying Beta Alice in his arms. Her face twisted in pain—but just before he turned, I saw it.
She smirked at me.
“Beta Alice was injured by a silver utensil,” Alan said. “I need to take her to the Pack Hospital. Sorry, Luna—you’ll have to go alone.”
And with that, he grabbed his keys and left without another word. He didn’t ask for my input. Didn’t even look back.
I watched him walk away, knowing now with certainty: I was never his priority. I never mattered—not like she did.
I’d known deep down. I was never the one he chose. I was always the one left behind.
I remembered how he used to shower me with gifts and let me spend freely on his black card. I told him I didn’t want luxury, but he’d always insisted he loved doing those things for me. Five years of loyalty and love, repaid with betrayal.
My heart felt shattered. There was no coming back from this. The pain was real, raw, and final. Love? I didn’t believe in it anymore.
I didn’t care what came next. I went straight to Rudolf—one of the few humans I could rely on to help with personal documents. We sat down together, the paperwork already spread across the table.
“Can you process these quickly, Rudolf?” I asked.
“Of course, ma’am. Everything will be ready within twenty-four hours.”
“Thank you, Rudolf. I always knew I could count on you.”
He’d helped me with so many bureaucratic tasks—always professional, always discreet.
I glanced at something in his left hand, curiosity sparking.
“What’s that document you’re holding, Rudolf?”
He smiled faintly. “It’s a request to change someone’s identity.”
“Can you do it for me?” I asked without hesitation. He nodded.
“Do whatever it takes,” I told him, voice firm. “I don’t care about the cost. Just get it done—fast.”
