Chapter 4

Harper’s voice rose to a shrill pitch. “Did you hear what she just said? Does a woman like that deserve to be Luna?”

I met her gaze without a flicker of guilt. “You’re right. I don’t. That’s why I want a divorce.”

A flash of gold flared in Julian’s eyes—the unmistakable sign of an Alpha pushed to the brink of rage.

“Chloe,” his voice was ice, “from this moment on, you are expelled from the Everhart Pack. See you in court.”

It didn’t take long before #Luna Chloe Divorce dominated the werewolf social networks.

“Luna Chloe refused to hold her own son and pushed him to the ground.”

“Witnesses say she called the child a burden.”

Rumors spread like wildfire: that I had been intimate with multiple Omegas, that I’d leaked Pack secrets to a rival clan.

The so-called “evidence” was splashed across the front page of the MoonNet—carefully edited photos designed to twist every shadow into guilt.

I remained silent.

Three days later, the Pack Tribunal convened—a court of the werewolf world, held in the great round hall on the night before the full moon.

The Council of Elders, reporters, and emissaries from every major Pack were present. The air was thick with the musk of predators and the sting of curiosity.

Julian stood at the plaintiff’s stand, voice low and cold. “Chloe. This is your last chance. Kneel, swear your loyalty, and come back to me.”

Harper lounged against his side, a smirk curling her lips. “If you bow your head now, you might still be spared. Otherwise… you’ll destroy yourself.”

Percy, the presiding elder, spoke. “Sleeping with a Plush Wolf Doll toy does not constitute a breach of Pack law. However, Julian has presented intimate recordings between you and one hundred male wolves. Without new evidence, you will be judged a Vowsbreaker—and stripped of all protection.”

I rose, my eyes locking on Julian. “I have evidence.”

The lights flickered, as though some ancient moon-shadow had passed over the hall.

Every gaze pinned me, waiting to see what kind of card I could possibly play.

“I request permission to present visual evidence.”

Victor stepped forward, offering a silver data chip.

The judge gave a curt nod.

The clerk slotted the chip into the projector. The massive screen lit up, revealing three folders.

As I’d instructed, the first was played.

On screen, Julian burst out of the shower, heading straight for a giant Plush Wolf Doll.

His hands roamed its body with abandon, movements so unrestrained they made my stomach churn.

His gaze was molten with desire—like he was staring at his true Luna.

The toy let out breathy, sensual moans.