4

When I arrived at the pack house, I discovered all the Blackwood family members were there.

They were having a family dinner, and my son Logan was sitting perfectly fine between Marcus and Victoria.

To any outsider looking at this scene, they appeared to be the real family of three.

My eyes reddened as I walked toward my son, whom I hadn't seen in so long. I reached out to touch his face, asking softly how he was doing. Wasn't he kidnapped by rogue wolves? How did he get back safely?

The little boy's features were almost a miniature version of Marcus.

Logan looked disgusted and slapped my hand away. He glared at me warily, then looked to Victoria for help.

A needle-sharp pain pierced my heart.

Victoria pulled my son into her embrace affectionately, saying with an innocent tone:

"Logan wasn't kidnapped, Sister Sage. How could anything happen to Logan in the Blackwood house? Are you questioning the noble family's security capabilities, or are you cursing your own pup ?"

After her words, all the Blackwood family members looked at me with disgust.

I knew they were mocking me in their hearts as always, especially Marcus's aunt, Moira.

Moira said disdainfully, "We're an ancient noble family with powerful Alpha wolves. How could we let Logan be taken by rogue wolves? I think you're just deliberately causing trouble."

She had always believed my status was too low, that I didn't deserve their family.

In the past, I endured all her contempt and difficulties, choosing to submit for the sake of Marcus.

But this time, I refused to be a spineless pushover anymore.

I confronted Marcus directly:

"You texted me saying our pup was kidnapped and told me to come over. I rushed here as fast as I could, but your little secretary says nothing happened. I think you're the ones deliberately causing trouble. Is toying with me that entertaining?"

Unprepared for my forceful attitude, panic flashed in Victoria's eyes. I knew she was the one behind this scheme.

She started to say something, but I didn't give her any chance. I lowered my eyes and warned her:

"Victoria, Marcus is my mate. I won't pursue the matter of you interfering in our relationship, but you cannot use my son as a tool for competing for favor. Otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind to you."

My blunt sarcasm made Victoria's face turn red and green with embarrassment, her eyes immediately filling with wronged tears.

SLAM! Marcus threw down his chopsticks, his face cold as ice, his gaze burning into me:

"Sage, how can you be so crude? All you know is jealousy and petty rivalry. You haven't seen the pup in so long, and the moment you finally visit, you cause a scene. You're acting worse than an Omega right now—completely unworthy of being the pack's Luna. Guards, come here. Take her to the basement and let her eat with the Omega servants!"

I stared at Marcus. He used to be the most just Alpha, always saying that any decision required evidence and that Alpha privileges shouldn't be abused.

But I never expected his so-called justice meant nothing compared to Victoria. He didn't care about that deceptive text at all—he condemned me without investigating the truth.

The guards hesitated, but Marcus released his Alpha pressure. They were forced to walk toward me. In this pack, no one dared defy him.

Victoria's eyes flashed with secret delight. She pouted, pretending sympathy while waiting to enjoy the show.

Moira raised her eyebrows at me, her eyes full of naked contempt.

Under everyone's gaze, before the guards could touch me, I walked toward the Omega servant Mrs. Miller myself.

"Mrs. Miller, when you have time, come to my house. I'll cook for you."

I had never felt that eating with servants was shameful. On the contrary, I enjoyed their company. As Luna, I had always treated all pack members like my own family.

After speaking, I met Marcus's eyes directly and smiled at him with contempt:

"You truly disgust me."

Seeing me about to leave, Marcus could no longer contain himself. He quickly stood up, shifted into his wolf form, and grabbed my wrist. Barely suppressed fury blazed in his eyes:

"Where do you think you're going? Did I give you permission to leave?!"

I was truly infuriated by his shamelessness:

"None of your damn business! Let go of me." My wolf still hadn't recovered—I couldn't resist an Alpha wolf's restraint.

Receiving Victoria's eye signal, Moira immediately mocked me coldly:

"Sage, after all these years you're still the same—no manners whatsoever. I always said commoner wolves were no good. We never should have let you become Marcus's Luna. You'll never be worthy of high society."

Hearing this, Marcus actually turned to scold Moira:

"Shut your mouth!"

Taking advantage of his distraction, I finally broke free from his grip.

The burning pain on my wrist ignited the rage I'd buried for years.

Scanning the room, my penetrating gaze finally settled on Moira's ugly face—a face that considered itself superior to everyone else. I asked her:

"Do you want to know what someone truly without manners looks like?"