I blinked in surprise. I hadn’t expected it, but before I could react, a figure rushed forward, knocking me to the ground as he caught Monica in his arms.
I thought my heart couldn’t shatter anymore, but it did—especially when Trent turned on me with a snarl.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Lucy?” His golden eyes darkened with anger, his fangs slightly bared. “Monica came here to say hi, and then you attacked her like a rabid wolf?”
I picked myself up, brushing the dirt from my clothes, but my glare didn’t waver. “She insulted my mother. Do you think I would just stand there and take it? And you—” I exhaled sharply, trying to keep my composure. “You never even told me the truth about what happened to her. You just said the healers failed. That’s it?”
A flicker of panic crossed his face before he masked it with a cold stare. “We already discussed this. Her wounds were fatal. The healers did their best, but it wasn’t enough.”
He was lying. I could smell it, the slight change in his scent, the way his heartbeat skipped just once. But I wasn’t going to expose him yet. Revenge had to be carefully planned.
Before I could press further, Monica, ever the manipulator, placed a delicate hand on his chest. “It’s okay, Trent,” she whispered, her voice filled with fake sympathy. “I think she’s still upset over Henry breaking their mate bond to be with me. Maybe I deserved that slap. Consider this my way of making peace.”
She cast me a pitying look before turning away with him. Halfway down the path, she sighed dramatically. “If she despises me so much, maybe we should stop seeing each other. I don’t want to cause problems for you, Trent.”
I clenched my fists. This was my final straw. I was done with Trent Holland. Ignoring them, I continued to burn five years of my life—every memory and every lie reduced to ash. A little later, my phone vibrated with a message.
I’m sorry, love. I know asking you to apologize hurt you, but Monica is leading the Crescent Moon alliance deal. I didn’t want unnecessary conflict. Once this is over, I’ll make it up to you. I got you a gift. Just don’t be upset, okay?
I didn’t reply. I had learned my lesson. Trent didn’t love me—he loved Monica. I was just a convenient placeholder.
I packed my bag and left the packhouse. The guest lodge was quiet and secluded, which I needed. I had barely settled in when my phone rang. It was one of the pack’s secretaries.
“Luna, are you not attending today’s meeting with the elders?”
I was about to refuse when a voice in the background caught my attention—Trent. He was issuing orders.
“Get the best healers. I don’t care how much it costs—make sure Monica recovers quickly.”
I laughed bitterly. A single scratch, and he was willing to drain the pack’s resources for her. My mother had bled out in agony, and he had done nothing.
“I won’t be attending,” I told the secretary before hanging up.
Moments later, Trent started calling me. I let it ring until curiosity got the better of me. I answered in silence, listening as he spoke distractedly to someone else.
“Alpha, revising the treaty with the Crescent Moon pack will cost us a fortune. Are you sure about this?”
“No need to reconsider. Do it. Monica wants this deal, and what she wants, she gets.”
My grip on the phone tightened. A few seconds later, he finally realized I was on the line. “Lucy? I heard you missed the elders’ meeting. Is everything okay?”
“I’m not feeling well.”
“Oh, I see. I’ll cancel my plans and come home. Just rest, okay?”
My wolf raged after heariing it. Home? As if he still considered it our home. I didn’t care where he went. He had made his choice.
I scrolled through social media, mindlessly watching videos, until a live stream of the city showed something interesting in the background. It was Trent and Monica. He was holding a dress up against her, smiling, laughing. His hands brushed against hers, their body language far too intimate for a man who claimed he loved someone else.
It was time. I called my lawyer and instructed the documents to Trent’s office. Then, I called the agency to finalize the details of my plan.
Not long after, his secretary burst into his office. “Alpha, we have a problem. The Gamma informed us that Luna Lucy had performed a severance ritual. And…” she hesitated, her voice barely a whisper. “She knows what happened to her mother.”
I watched the live security footage from my hidden location. Seeing his face twist in shock, but before he could respond, another staff member rushed in, looking pale.
“Alpha! Luna Lucy…she’s dead.” The silence in the office was deafening.
The color drained from Trent’s face as he staggered back. His breath came in short, shallow gasps.
“What?”
“She… she took her own life,” the staff member stammered. “She couldn’t bear what you did to her mother.”
