Anastasia’s POV “Oh my god, Ana! I still can’t believe he got you an apartment in the most expensive place in the entire region!” Allison gasps, tossing her curls as she glares playfully. “I’m seriously envious right now. You always bag the good ones while I get stuck with these wannabe-rich losers.” I laugh, shaking my head. “Oh, come on. Don’t be dramatic, Allison.” “I’m not being dramatic,” she says excitedly. “You have to hook me up, Anastasia! I mean it. Alpha Evans has connections, right? Tons of powerful men with single sons just waiting to meet someone like me. Can't you get me into one of those bougie weddings or fundraisers you always attend? Help a girl out..I need a rich man too!” I nearly roll my eyes out of my skull. Honestly, can she ever just take a breath? She’s like an overly caffeinated mosquito. Loud, clingy, and impossible to ignore. And let’s be real, she’s not my friend because she likes me. She’s here for the perks. If she thinks I’m going to hand o
Evans' POV I stand on the balcony, glass of scotch in hand, the pack lights flickering below like a bed of stars. The night air brushes cool against my skin, but it does nothing to settle the heat stirring inside me. The woman I’ve loved for years, Anastasia, is finally back in my life. She’s the only one who ever had that kind of hold on me. The only one who mattered. When she disappeared, it felt like the ground gave out beneath my feet. I couldn’t think. The weight of it all nearly drove me to the edge. I didn’t want to imagine a world without her in it. But Georgia? She was never more than a distraction. A bandage for my bleeding soul. I was at my lowest when I found out she was my mate. The council wouldn’t stop pressing for a Luna…pressuring me to settle, to lead with tradition, to present a united front. My mother paraded woman after woman in front of me, all from elite families, all polished and proud. But I knew none of them would be as easy to mold as Georgia.
Georgia: Home. I don’t even know what that word feels like anymore. It’s been years since I’ve felt anything close to it. For so long, I’ve been trapped and chained in a life that barely resembled mine. And the worst part? I lied to myself. Over and over again. I had a chance to walk away, to make Evan Henshaw pay for what he did. But I didn’t. I chose what I thought was love. I believed that maybe, just maybe, if I shrank myself enough… if I stayed quiet and played the part, he’d finally love me. Stupid, right? I must’ve read too many fairytales as a girl—stories where love conquers all, where broken men are magically healed by love. I convinced myself that would be my story too. That if I kept giving, one day he’d see me. But what I got instead was pain. Years of it. And in the end, I lost everything. Including my baby. And now? Now I’m done playing the fool. I’m going to make them pay. Especially Anastasia. She’s going to lose something so precious, she’ll wish sh
Georgia: Evans just stands there for a moment, staring at me like I’ve lost my mind. Then, out of nowhere, he throws his head back and laughs. Loud. “You can’t be serious,” he says, shaking his head with a smirk. “You’ll regret this, Georgia. Mark my words. You’ve got a few days to get over this little tantrum and come to your senses. Don’t forget you’re a nobody. You’ll come crawling back.” Ah. So that’s how he sees me? An orphan with no one to turn to? That’s fine. Let him believe whatever he wants. He has no idea who I really am..or what I’m capable of. “Evans—” “Shut the hell up, you gold-digging bitch!” The voice that cuts in isn’t his. It’s sharper. Nastier. I turn just in time to see Emily marching toward us, her eyes practically spitting fire. “You seriously think you can file for a divorce and walk away with anything? Dream on. You’re not getting a single cent from him.” I scoff and step toward her. “Who says I want anything from him?” Without another word, I slide
Georgia: My entire body feels weightless and numb. I try to open my eyes, but they’re too heavy, like they’ve been glued shut. That’s when the strong, sterile scent of antiseptic hits my nose. Wait… am I in a hospital? “Luna, thank the goddess!” someone calls out. The voice, so familiar, cuts through the fog in my head, and just like that, my eyes snap open. I blink once. Then twice. Everything’s blurry at first, but soon enough, I make out two figures hovering over me. Arielle, my personal maid, and the pack doctor. They’re staring. Saying nothing. Finally, my voice cracks out, dry and hoarse. “W–what happened to me?” The doctor smiles. “You’re going to be just fine now, Luna,” A long breath escapes my lips. Relief floods through me. But just as the relief comes, panic crashes in right behind it. Anastasia. The push. The stairs. The blood..so much blood. Evans… running to her side, not mine. My chest tightens as the memory slams into me, and I jo
Georgia: It’s been three days since Anastasia moved into the packhouse. Three days since I learned she wasn’t just some old friend of Evans... she was his first love. The same first love everyone whispered about the moment I stepped into this pack as Evans’ wife. If I had known then what I know now, I would’ve put my foot down and refused to let her stay. But now, it’s too late. Evans spends almost all his time with her—inside the house, outside the house—always claiming it’s part of some research she’s doing. Research, right. Even Emily, my mother-in-law who’s barely been civil to me—can’t seem to stop smiling at her like she’s already the Luna. I spot Evans heading outside and quickly trail behind. He’s already halfway into the car, but thank the Moon Goddess…Anastasia isn’t with him. “Evans! Where are you going?” I call out, breathless. He glances back at me. “Why do you ask?” “Why do I ask?” I frown. “Because I’m your wife, Evans! Don’t I deserve to know?”