Chapter 6

“Luna Ella…”

The omega’s voice outside my door grew softer by the day. “Your hands are swollen… please, eat something…”

But it was quickly cut off by Gamma Linda’s sharp scolding: “Don’t be stupid! Are you defying Alpha Nathan’s orders?”

I didn’t respond. I just curled up on the window-side couch. The cold wind blew through the corridor, and though my knuckles were already purple, I still clutched my phone tightly—not to wait for any messages, but to remind myself I was still alive.

I leaned against the window and counted, over and over.

Four days. There were three more until the court officially approved the bond dissolution. In three days, I will no longer be Alpha Nathan’s "property."

Suddenly, my phone buzzed—a message from Liora, sharp as a blade, each line slicing through my nerves:

[Liora: Do you really think he’ll come looking for you? He’s in my room right now. Helping me wash my back.]

[Liora: You were just a mistake. The more you struggle, the more fun I have.]

I almost ignored it, until—

[Liora: You might want to hear this.]

She sent a voice message.

“Ella, I’m so sorry,” came Nathan’s voice—deep, familiar. “I… I was wrong not to come to you. Can we go back? I want to start over, if you’re willing…”

Tears streamed down my face instantly. My trembling fingers hit redial.

No answer.

Then came another text:

[Liora: Haha, you believed it? I stitched it together from his old voice messages. AI is a wonderful thing.]

I froze. The tears on my face turned frost.

And she wasn’t done:

[Liora: The way you cried just now—like a dog—was deliciously pitiful.]

That was when I understood: hope was her sharpest weapon.

My screen suddenly lit up again—a new video link. Sender: Liora.

[Liora Live: Silver Fang Pack Blessing Ceremony · Official Channel]

“Tonight, we welcome the coronation of the true Luna!”

She stood at the altar, draped in the ceremonial silver-thread cloak of the “Moon’s Chosen.” Below her, the entire pack was gathered. Even the elders were present—an exceedingly rare sight.

Alpha Nathan stood beside her, dressed in his formal uniform, the same custom piece I knew by heart. His expression was solemn.

“The Moon Goddess has answered our union,” Liora declared. “She made no mistake!”

I stared at the screen, unblinking.

Liora raised her arms and accepted the glass crystal necklace, the same one Alpha Nathan had once given me as a Luna blessing.

When the camera zoomed in, she kissed it with theatrical meaning and said:

“This necklace once belonged to someone unworthy.”

Her words were a death sentence. My chest felt like it had been crushed.

I was still in this house but had already been declared banished.

Then came another message—still from Liora:

[Thank you for helping Alpha Nathan polish his image. I’ll make sure to enjoy everything you built for him. Yes—even the bed.]

My hands started shaking. My stomach clenched with pain.

Cold sweat trickled down my neck. I could barely breathe.

Finally, footsteps echoed outside the door.

“Ella?” An omega cautiously pushed open the door. “Are… are you alright?”

I couldn’t answer. My body collapsed to the floor as a ripping pain shot through my abdomen.

“She’s bleeding!” the omega screamed. “She’s pregnant—she’s hemorrhaging!”

“Call the doctor! Now!”

Another rushed to dial.

“This is urgent! Get the pack’s healer here immediately—she’s in critical condition—”

“Call the Alpha!” someone shouted.

But once the call connected, the room fell silent.

“She’s faking it.” Nathan’s voice came through the phone, cold and cutting. “I saw through her long ago. No one is allowed to remove her without my permission.”

Everyone froze.

I tried to keep my eyes wide open, holding back my tears, trying to make out the direction of the camera, and said through gritted teeth.

“Alpha Nathan!”

“Looking for an apology?” he mocked on the other end.

“I am apologizing,” I said, trembling. “I’m sorry I ever believed in you. Sorry I wasted five years of my life beside you. Sorry I chose you to be the father of this child!”

The air froze.

I shook uncontrollably, leaning against the wall, arms wrapped tightly around my abdomen.

“I never asked you to take responsibility—but you couldn’t even give us the barest kindness.”

One of the warriors muttered, “She’s Luna. That’s your child she’s carrying.”

Nathan scoffed coldly. “Her? She stopped being Luna long ago. And the kid—who knows if it’s even mine?”

“You’ll regret this…” the omega whispered, nearly spitting the words.

At that moment, the door burst open. Several healers stormed in and lifted me onto a stretcher.

“Quick! She’s already unconscious from hypothermia!”

I heard people crying. Shouting. Someone had even begun reciting prayers to the Moon Goddess.