Chapter 6

The moment I got home, I started packing.

I separated my things and threw out anything that reminded me of Grayson.

By the time I finished, everything I owned fit inside one small suitcase.

The things Grayson had given me couldn't even fill a small box.

He used to shower me with gifts on our anniversaries.

But whenever Bianca liked something, Grayson gave it to her without a second thought.

He never asked if I was okay with it. He never cared if it hurt.

Then she took over my room, along with most of my clothes.

She had the bedroom remodeled and added an enormous walk-in closet. Soon, the entire room was overflowing with designer clothes and expensive jewelry.

I'd always assumed Bianca was rich. Only later did I realize the things in that closet alone were worth as much as a house, and Grayson had paid for every bit of it.

We'd been together for eight years, and he'd never put that much thought or money into anything for me.

Of course it hurt. A tear splashed onto the back of my hand. I tilted my head back and blinked the rest away.

There was only one thing left to do. I went to the pack office.

"Hello. I'd like to apply to leave the pack," I said, handing the form to the clerk.

She took it, then looked up at me in surprise.

"Aren't you the future Luna? You're leaving too?"

I opened my mouth to explain, but someone snatched the form out of my hand.

Bianca was leaning against the desk, reading my application with open contempt.

She gave a cold little laugh. "At least you know your place. You've finally realized Grayson loves me. Now get out and stay away from us."

She turned a sharp glare on the clerk handling my form.

The young woman flinched and looked away.

"Who did you just call the future Luna?" Bianca demanded.

The clerk kept her head down, too frightened to answer.

Bianca slammed the form down on the desk. "Get it straight. It might only be for a few days, but right now, I'm this pack's Luna."

The clerk nodded, trembling.

Bianca smirked, grabbed a pen, and signed my form with a flourish.

"As Luna, I approve your application. Now leave, and don't ever come back to bother Grayson and me again."

I picked up the form.

"Thank you. I'll leave immediately. You'll never have to see me again."

Bianca smiled in satisfaction and strutted off in her heels.

Once she was gone, I turned back to the clerk.

"My father gave this pack five large factories, 15 million dollars in investment, and development plans for his core technology. Those assets were mine. Now I want them back."

The clerk quickly composed herself and searched the records.

"I'm sorry, Camille. They're all registered in Bianca's name."