The Alpha’s Redemption: His sickened Luna

—LYSANDRA’s POV.

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“You don’t have much time left.” Lyeon, the pack’s most trusted doctor reveals and I feel my breath hitch.

“There’s no way to sugarcoat dying, Luna Lysandra, so I’ll be honest. Your wolf is fading,”

I grip the sheets beneath me and look at the old man in front of me.

“What?” I say, my voice trembling

“There is damage to your bond with your fated mate," He says very carefully like I might shatter right there. "It's the prolonged betrayal from your mate, it has weakened your wolf bond beyond repair. And it will worsen over time and take everything from you if it continues.”

Lyeon looks at me pitifully and it kills me. I hate sympathy. But lately I've been a magnet for it.

I heave a breath, fluttering my eyes to shoo my tears away.

It's no news that my husband of seven years, and Alpha of the Shadowmoon pack is severing our bond as fated mates by fucking his mistress.

My marriage has been tragic since the very first day; and has become worse since Eliza Crowe showed up, Edric’s childhood best friend. While I am nothing more than someone to throw away and the daughter of a nobody, since I am basically an orphan, Eliza is the daughter of a respected and powerful beta in the pack and is adored by almost everyone.

My husband's sexcapades have earned me whispered names I never asked for— failed woman, omega wearing a Luna's skin, fright to other women. Monster.

Everyone treats me like garbage. I am a Luna in title only, empty as a barrel with no real power.

Everyone acknowledges his cheating because to them I have 'withered'.

I'm sick of looking into my own reflection and feeling horror at how thin and worn I've become.

I turn to Lyeon and swallow the lump in my throat.

“How much time do I have left?”

He sighs. “A month,”

I hold my breath.

“But,” he interjects immediately. “You can have more time than a month if you stop Alpha Edric!: betrayal.”

I swallow again because how on earth is that possible?.

I leave the infirmary and with my medical report in hand, I make it back to the pack house with the heaviest heart. I don’t want to die yet. I can’t die yet.

I need to tell Edric.

The house is almost empty and cold as I make my way in. A few servants are by the courtyard and they pass me little sneers before I make my way around the yard and make it into the living area.

The house is oddly quiet as I make my way up the brief stairs to our bedroom to look for Edric. My search abruptly comes to an end when I hear muffled noises from my matrimonial bedroom.

My heart starts to pound to the point where I taste metal in my mouth as I take multiple steps towards it.

The door looks shut from afar but standing in front of it I can clearly see it was not properly shut, the beam of light in the room is threatening to spill from the narrow opening.

It’ll be stupid to knock, knowing what is happening, so I just push the door open and the muffled noises hit the air. Moans that are so loud it’s screeching in my ears.

My eyes land on my husband’s naked body before seeing the woman he's thrusting below him.

Eliza Crowe. She is sprawled on the bed, her blond hair ruffled on my favorite pillow, and my husband’s fingers are gripping her flushed left breast a little too hard.

Fucking Eliza.

To everyone, she’s Edric’s childhood friend, the daughter of Beta Alex Crowe, one of the pack’s council elders, and a well-respected man. But I’ve known better.

My hands are shaking and my gut clearly has fumes in it.

Edric spots me at the same time Eliza does and that’s when she proceeds to arch her back and moan so loud, gripping the sheets the same time my husband keeps his gaze on me as he grinds the woman further, slamming against her like a wild beast.

“Stop it…” I find my voice, but instead of stopping, they continue intensely and I catch a delighted smirk on Eliza’s face.

“Stop!” I yell and Edric freezes before huffing out a scoff like I just slapped him.

“What the fuck do you want?” Edric slams, glaring at me, it’s scary how his eyes that held so much ecstasy just now, are crazily capable of looking down at me disgustingly.

“I have something to tell you,” I say, my voice trembling.

Edric looks angry, but then a smug smile plays on his lips. He looks.. amused.

“You have something to tell me?” He looks disoriented, but that mocking gaze of his is making me want to die. How dare he think of me with so little regard?

“Yes, in private.”

I nod sternly, and he turns to Eliza.

“Leave.” He orders sternly.

Eliza scoffs. “B-but we’ve yet to c-

“Leave!” He repeats lividly.

Eliza huffs out a breath and reluctantly covers her naked body with the duvet before leaving the room and slamming her shoulder against mine as she walks out.

It hurts.

I turn to Edric and he takes a seat as he throws on his shirt. Like I don’t deserve to see him.

“What do you have to say, Lysandra? You'd better have something important to tell me considering how much of my time you just stole,” he sneers.

I fist my fingers as I say.

“I want you to stop having sex with Eliza,”

He scoffs, staring at me ridiculously, like a bug that just perched on his arm.

He tilts his head and his mocking tone wafts through the air as he asks. “Why? Has our little omega Luna finally decided she wants a little respect?”

I grit my teeth in anger and hold my breath.

“No. It’s because I’m dying…”