LOGINHaliyah’s POV.
I ran my fingers over the rope I had cut from old supplies, checking the small lockpick I had fashioned in secret, and tested the window latch I had loosened. Everything was ready. I just had to wait for the right moment. I could almost taste freedom. I exhaled slowly, steadying my nerves. It had taken me only a few days to memorize the pack guards’ patterns. I had counted their footsteps so many times, and traced the layout of every corridor, every door, every window in this prison I called home. Five years of managing this pack had given me skills they never suspected I had— skills I intended to use to escape. I realized the pack would never let me divorce peacefully, not with everyone against me. The only way out was to run away and figure things out later. “I’ve done everything I can,” I whispered under my breath. “All that’s left is to walk out of here.” I was about to step toward the vent when the sound of heels echoed behind me. My pulse doubled. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. “Haliyah,” came a voice I hated more than any punishment Raven could give. I whirled around quickly, forcing my hands to relax so she wouldn’t see me panic. “What are you doing here?” I asked coldly. “I see you’ve been busy,” she said, tilting her head like she was studying me, eyes glinting with amusement. “Trying to run away, are we?” I kept my lips tight and said nothing. My silence only made her smile wider. She stepped closer, grinning like a predator enjoying the hunt. “Don’t delude yourself. Divorce is not that easy. You really think it’s something you can just run toward? That a Luna can just leave her mate in this pack? You must be dreaming.” I tensed, my fingers gripping the vent grate so tightly. “What are you talking about?” “The pack’s rules,” she replied lazily, leaning casually against the wall as if she owned the place— which, in a way, she did. “A woman can’t just leave her husband, even one as flawed as Raven. Divorce requires Elder Council approval, and it’s not easy to get. For a woman to initiate it, there must be undeniable proof of your husband’s fault— violence, infidelity, major faults. And even then, it wouldn’t be instant.” Infidelity. Major faults. That was exactly what Raven had done. But here she was, telling me I couldn’t leave, as if my misery was meaningless. She crossed her arms. “Running now is useless. Do you really think you can escape without consequences? Do you really think Raven will just let you go?” She was right. Even if I escaped the walls tonight, even if I crossed the forest and hid in another territory, Raven would still find me and drag me back. He was Alpha. His reach was long. His pride even longer. And divorce? In this pack, a woman asking for divorce was almost laughable. They would call me ungrateful. They would never blame Raven. So running blindly would only make me look guilty. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the storm inside me. Cassandra’s smirk didn’t frighten me, but it did make me realize I needed another plan. Brute force wasn’t enough. Impulse would get me caught. If I wanted freedom, I couldn’t act like prey. I had to think like a hunter. Slowly, I loosened my grip on the rope hidden in my sleeve. I forced my hands to fall limply to my sides. My shoulders slumped, forcing my face to show defeat. I lifted my eyes to her, letting just a spark of steel show through the mask of weakness. “Then, what should I do?” I asked weakly. Cassandra’s lips curved upward. She liked this. She liked seeing me small. If she wanted to see a broken Haliyah, fine. I would give her one. I would play the fool, appear fragile, and wait until I had the upper hand. “Ah… that’s better. You’re finally being sensible,” she said with satisfaction, stepping closer. “Haliyah, you really shouldn’t fight anymore. Just accept reality. Raven is the Alpha. You don’t even have a wolf. You don’t have a child either. If he abandons you, what do you have left?” She circled me slowly like a cat playing with a wounded mouse. I kept my eyes down, hiding the hatred inside them. “Just stay obedient,” she continued. “Stop causing trouble. Maybe he’ll still keep you around out of pity.” I swallowed hard and forced my voice to tremble. “I… I understand.” Her cunning smile grew wider, then she nodded. “Good.” Silence fell between us for a moment. Then suddenly, like she just remembered something amusing, Cassandra laughed. “Oh, right. I almost forgot to tell you something,” she said casually, examining her nails. “Tonight is the Elder Council’s convention. All the elders from nearby territories will attend.” My heart skipped a beat. That was the most important formal event of the season. Every year, the Alpha attended with his Luna. It was tradition. She looked up at me with fake innocence. “I’ll be going with Raven tonight. As his date, of course.” My ears buzzed as if I were underwater, everything muffled and far away. “W-What did you say?” I stammered. “Haliyah, don’t look so shocked,” she said sweetly. “You’re sick, remember? You’re still recovering. You can’t attend such an important event. It would embarrass Raven.” I was the Luna. By right, that seat was mine. No matter what happened between us, officially, I was still his wife. And yet, he was bringing her openly? He wasn’t even hiding it? He wasn’t even pretending anymore? That event was my only chance to meet the Elder Council, but Raven gave my place to Cassandra so easily. I couldn’t help feeling even more disappointed. This was how easily he replaced me. I forced myself to ask, “The elders… they know?” “Of course.” She shrugged carelessly. “Raven already informed them.” My heart sank further. So even the elders knew I wouldn’t be there. They probably thought I was useless. A Luna who couldn’t even show her face. How ridiculous. “Don’t misunderstand,” Cassandra added lightly. “Raven didn’t want to embarrass you. He just thinks… you’re not suitable for these occasions anymore.” If the Luna wasn’t suitable, then what was I? A decoration? Or just trash waiting to be thrown away? She leaned closer. “You know, Haliyah… Raven never truly loved you.” I lowered my head so she wouldn’t see my expression. My heart didn’t even hurt anymore. It just felt empty. I felt numb, as if cold ice was running through my veins. “I think you already know that. He married you for your father’s power. Everyone knows that. He needed the Mooncrest pack’s support back then. Without your father backing him, Raven would never have become Alpha so smoothly.” I didn’t know how to process her words. I didn’t even know whether to believe a liar like her or not. “I thought maybe after marriage, he’d grow to love you,” she said mockingly. “But some things can’t be forced.” I held her gaze. “So all these years…” I murmured. My hands started shaking uncontrollably. Everything suddenly made sense. “He was just using you,” she finished for me. That was all I ever was? All those years I stayed by his side, all the humiliation I endured, all the nights I waited for him… It meant nothing. I felt pathetic. “There’s one more thing. Should I tell you?” My throat felt dry. “What thing?” The corners of her lips lifted higher. “Do you really think your father’s death was an accident?” My blood turned cold. “What do you mean?” My heart began pounding wildly. I froze, my mind going blank as her next words shattered everything. “Raven planned it…”Haliyah’s POV. Damon and I were still in the room where he had set me down. We had no idea anymore what was happening at the banquet outside the door, but we both decided to stay while everyone was still distracted by the party. Damon chose for the two of us to remain here because this room was quieter than the others, as if he had instinctively selected a space where interruptions would be minimized. It was located at the far end, far from the noise of the guests and pack members. Still, we remained alert in case those two came after us again at any second. I slowly pushed myself up, leaning my back against the bed frame, still feeling the heaviness in my limbs from earlier. But my mind had sharpened again, pulling itself back into focus on the plan we were trying to rebuild from nothing. Damon sat on the couch a few steps away, facing me with his arms crossed. The room felt different tonight. Maybe it was the tension hanging in the air, or maybe it was just me. “We’re scrappin
Damon’s POV. The subtle expression of disappointment on her face didn’t escape the corner of my eyes. Even if she tried to mask it with a poker face, her real reaction still slipped through when she heard my answer. I could still see the edge of whatever she was trying to suppress. I wasn’t sure if she was really disappointed or if I was just thinking too much, but based on what I was seeing now, I was probably right. And because of that, I felt a sense of guilt I had no reason to feel. Maybe she expected something else. If that was the case, then that was her problem, not mine. I never promised her sincerity. The contract didn’t require kindness. It didn’t require me to care. So why did it feel like I’d said something wrong? She was overcomplicating what I said. I only saved and helped her because of our contract. If we didn’t have that agreement, I wouldn’t have cared about her at all. It was only because of the contract that my sense of responsibility toward her was ingra
Haliyah’s POV. My vision was blurry, light and shadow forming the shape of a man carrying me. It took me a moment to register the scent of wood and musk. My eyelids fluttered as I forced my eyes open. Damon’s face came into partial view from my angle. I caught the outline of his neck and the firm line of his jaw as he moved forward. When he finally walked away from Cassandra and Raven, I felt the tension dissipate, though not entirely. They didn’t follow. They stayed behind, and I could still feel their presence lingering like unresolved pressure in the air. Only when we turned into a quieter corridor did I finally breathe properly. I watched him from where I lay in his arms, trying to piece together what little I had heard earlier, but the fragments refused to form anything clear. I questioned it because it didn’t match what I expected. Damon wasn’t someone who involved himself unnecessarily. He wasn’t supposed to stand between me and least of all accusations directed at me. A
Damon’s POV. Still carrying Haliyah in my arms as I walked out of the restroom, my mind wandered far away, replaying what had just happened inside. I still couldn’t forget how I had suddenly kissed her on the forehead while staring at her face. I shook my head, hoping that with the motion, the memory would somehow be shaken loose and erased as I walked down the empty hallway. I still couldn’t understand why I did that— whether it was because of the way my wolf had been howling inside me. It wasn’t as if I was unaware of how my wolf kept insisting, over and over again, that Haliyah was my mate. Maybe I had simply been carried away by that bond and not because I actually wanted it. “It was the mate pull. Nothing more.” The words came out low and flat, spoken more to silence the noise in my own head and convince myself. The mate pull was a deep, natural force that bound two destined wolves together. It wasn’t something chosen or learned— it just existed, beyond logic or reason. Wh
Damon’s POV. I carried the unconscious Haliyah out of the bathroom. She remained limp in my arms, still under the effects of the substance. Whoever did this knew how to control the dosage and avoid killing her while still making her weak enough to collapse. She needed to be moved somewhere safe. I paused for a moment in front of the bathroom door, thinking about what if anyone saw us like this— me carrying her while we were alone together— they might misunderstand and assume something improper. But then, I reminded myself that the situation was normal. Carrying an unconscious person wasn’t unusual in emergencies. There was nothing to question. I didn’t need to explain anything. My gaze dropped to her face. Her expression still looked peaceful in unconsciousness, but I knew it wasn’t real rest. Her body was still fighting something internally. Even in stillness, there was tension in her system. I could sense it in the irregular rhythm of her breathing. My mind started analyz
Damon’s POV. “I won’t touch you…” I meant it. I would not. But even as the words left my mouth, I could already see how fragile Haliyah was in front of me. Her body wasn’t just weakening; it was slowly taking her away piece by piece. I watched her closely as she slowly lost consciousness while sitting on the floor after hearing my words. The resistance that always defined her whenever I was near slipped away in real time. Not slowly like rest, but abruptly like something inside her system had been forcibly shut down. Her guard dropped completely. Her shoulders slackened. The tension that used to hold her upright disappeared. Her hands, which had been pushing me away moments ago, fell down as if she had forgotten how to hold them up. “Haliyah,” I called softly. I moved closer and reached out, but stopped just before touching her. My hand hovered in the air, suspended between action and restraint. There was a line. I had always known there was a line with her and she had made it
Haliyah’s POV.I sat across from the healer, my hands folded in my lap as she examined me. Her fingers rested lightly on my wrist. Her brows slowly drew together, then a relaxed smile appeared on her face.“Congratulations, Luna! You are with a child.”I blinked, once, twice, as if my eyes could cl
Haliyah’s POV. “Raven!” Cassandra called once more, her voice was filled with distress. Raven’s head turned sharply toward the door. His whole expression changed. Then, he stepped away from me completely and moved toward the door. He strode across the room and pulled the door open. The moment it
Haliyah’s POV.The moment the words left Damon’s mouth, it felt like the entire ballroom held its breath.“May I have this dance?”Me? Dance with him?My thoughts scrambled, struggling to catch up with what was happening. Just moments ago, he had been distant and cold, barely tolerating my presence
Raven’s POV.I did not expect to see her. Out of all the possibilities I had prepared for tonight, Haliyah was the one variable I never considered. Yet there she was, standing at the entrance of the ballroom. And worse… she wasn’t alone.Her hand was resting on Damon’s arm, her body angled toward h







