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Erica POV
My three husbands and mates, who are also the alphas of the Full Moon pack, left the annual party and went somewhere with their mistress, leaving me behind. As the pack's Luna, I dutifully prepared for our yearly pack get-together, but they almost ruined it because they couldn't wait to spend time alone with Becky. Becky was their concubine. She was their one true love, a woman better than me in every way. They were deeply in love, even when the triplets, Chris, Max, and Ken found out we were mates, and they marked me as their Luna. They only had Becky in their hearts. As their mate, it kills me to know that the men who are supposed to love and cherish me are in love with someone else. They always reminded me that they felt nothing for me. In the time we've been married, they have treated me as nothing more than a subordinate. Aside from being Luna, I'm also Chris's right hand in the military since my father was a former Beta and used to train the warriors. I'm in charge of pack training and always work alongside him, like his personal assistant. With my fighting skills, no one in this pack can beat me. I earned my position. It's also one of the reasons their father was thrilled to find out I was his son's mate. If it weren't for their father, the brothers would have rejected me. I would have lived miserably, watching them be happy with someone else, building a family. My father was once one of the pack's strongest warriors, my mother a healer at the pack hospital. We weren't rich, but we were respected until the night everything was ripped away. I had always admired the brothers. The future Alphas. As a child, I often played with them at the packhouse. But one day, my father was framed for stealing from the Alpha. The evidence was planted too perfectly. His pleas were ignored. My father was sentenced to rot in prison. Since then, the brothers never looked at me again. I know I don't have a place in their hearts. I thought everything would be okay, as long as I fulfilled my duties as their Luna and right hand. But things only got worse when they accepted Becky as their concubine. Since then, my husbands have become colder and more distant. They also started neglecting their duties because of her, adding to my workload, but this couldn't go on any longer. I had to confront them to make it clear this filthy business with Becky had to end. My palms grew clammy as I made my way toward their office. I hadn't seen them all night, and searching the office was the first thing I could think of. Laughter reached my ears when I finally arrived, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion when I realized the laughs were coming from the office. I stared in silence. Light poured out of the windows, but I could only see their shadows inside because of the blinds. I pursed my lips, taking hesitant steps closer. I thought they would be talking about work, but I didn't expect them to be having so much fun. In all the time I've been with these brothers, I've never heard them laugh so freely. I felt a pang of jealousy because Becky could make them laugh so easily, while I couldn't even bring a smile to their faces. Even though I'm their mate and Luna, it hurt knowing I would never have a special place in any of their hearts, even though I had only them in mine. Their coldness was a constant reminder that they saw me as nothing but a nuisance. If only I weren't their mate, they wouldn't be stuck with me. Standing outside the office, listening to their laughter, I leaned closer, hoping to catch a snippet of their conversation. I was their mate and Luna, but I didn't even have the right to walk in and find out what they were talking about with their concubine. Unable to hear anything, my curiosity and insecurities grew. When the laughter suddenly stopped, I knew I had to go in. I couldn't help but feel anxious about all of them being with her. My heart raced with jealous thoughts. Before I knew it, I had pushed the door open, interrupting whatever they were doing. "Erica, didn't we tell you to knock? How many times do we have to say it? You can only come in if we allow it?" Chris's voice snapped like a whip. The moment I pushed the door open, my breath caught. All three of them—Chris, Max, and Ken—were sitting intimately around Becky. Chris sat so close his arm brushed hers. And while Max leaned back on the same couch, his broad shoulders forming a shield around her small frame, Ken perched on the armrest, his hand resting casually behind her. They looked so at ease with her, as if she belonged there. Even though I was their mate, their Luna, I had never been allowed that closeness with them. They were always formal, distant, treating me more like a subordinate than a wife. Becky wasn't dressed for a meeting. She was barely dressed at all. A silk nightgown clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. I swallowed hard, my throat tight as I took in her radiant skin, smooth and flawless. Her perfect figure, lit by the soft glow of the lamps, exuded effortless femininity. I clenched my jaw, comparing her to myself. Training as a warrior under the hot sun had left my skin tan and dry, scarred by battles and roughened with calluses. My body was strong but never delicate, never graceful. Everything Becky was came naturally to her. Soft, elegant, seductive, and everything I forced myself to be in public. Luna. Woman. Mate. I felt clumsy in comparison. No wonder they don't want me. No wonder they still can't forget their first love. "What do you want?" Max snapped, finally breaking their little circle. Becky shifted as if caught, clutching her silk robe around her shoulders, and Ken straightened, pulling his shirt back on. I blinked, dragged back to reality. Becky stood gracefully. "It must be important. I'll go," she said, gathering the dinner tray. As she passed me, she deliberately brushed against my shoulder too forcefully. The tray slipped, crashing to the floor. Shards of glass and food scattered everywhere, and I hissed as one sharp edge sliced into my leg. "Becky!" all three of them shouted at once, rushing to her side. They didn't even glance at me. Becky stood unscathed but still clung to Chris's arm, pouting. Her glare sliced through me, sharp as the glass in my skin. "I know you don't like me, Erica, but hurting me won't change anything. It's not my fault the Alphas prefer me. Look in the mirror. Do you really think any man would choose you?" "Erica, are you four years old?" Max scolded, not even waiting for my side of the story. "This behavior is disgraceful." "A Luna should be above childish tricks," Ken added coldly. Their words stung more than the glass. I was their mate, their Luna. I gave everything to this pack—sleepless nights, endless duties—and yet, in their eyes, I would never be enough. "What would you do if Becky had a miscarriage? I will never forgive you if you kill our child," Chris snarled. My eyes widened at this new information. "She's pregnant?" I stammered, stunned. The words slammed into me like a ton of bricks.Erica's POV The entire pack had gathered from the oldest elders to the youngest wolves. They filled the ceremonial grounds, their voices. Is low with anticipation. Their eyes fixed on the platform at the center. On me. Their Luna. I stood at the base of the steps. My heart steady in a way it hadn't been in a long time. Nora and Lolita stood just behind me. Their presence, grounding their glowing pride, warming my back. Ahead, stood the council, and beside them, the triplets, Chris, Max, and Ken. My fated mates. This time, I didn't hesitate when I looked at them. I felt our connection in the very fabric of my being. Erica Parker, the head elder called, his voice carrying across the crowd. Step forward. I lifted my chin and walked. Each step, felt. Different than my wedding day. Not like I was walking to my doom, but like I was walking into something I had claimed, something I had fought for. When I reached the center, the elder continued, you stand before us not only as the
Erica's POV A tense silence filled the air as the entire pack awaited my decision. This was the wish I had carried in my chest for months, and now I was just moments away from finally setting myself free. So why didn't I feel relieved happiness? Why did my chest feel tight instead of light? Why did? Did something deep inside me hesitate, like it was begging me not to do this. My gaze lifted slowly to the triplets, and in that moment, I felt it. Our bond like a thread that had never truly snapped. A part of me still cared, a part of me still loved them, just like I had all those years ago. The realization made my breath hitch. How could I love them after everything, after the pain, the betrayal, the humiliation. After they broke me so completely. Luna, Erica, Elder Grant's voice cut through my thoughts. I turned to him. He was watching me closely. His expression unreadable, but his eyes. He held a warning. Think carefully. Are you ready? He asked. I swallowed and looked back
Erica's POV Today was the hearing with the Council of Elders. I stood by the open window, the morning air brushing against my face. It should have calmed me. It didn't. Today wasn't just about me. It was about my father. It was about the truth, about everything that had been stolen. A knock came at the door. Erica. Damien's voice rang out. It's time. I closed my eyes for a brief second, studying myself. Then opened the door and faced him. He stood there, dressed in dark, formal wear, composed as ever. Are you ready? He asked. No, I said, honestly, but let's go. He said. Studied me for a moment, then gave a small nod. Once this begins, there's no turning back. I know. I said quietly. The council hall was already full. When we arrived, the moment the doors opened, a wave of murmurs swept through the room. Pack members filled the space. Warriors, elders, servants, everyone. The entire pack was here to witness my fate. My gaze swept the room. And then it stopped on Alpha Gabrie
Erica's POV I stood in my bedroom, looking out the window. My mind lost in thought. Tomorrow morning, the council hearing would take place. And as far as I could see it, there were two possible outcomes. I win? Or Fiona does. Lady Fiona had helped. So much power, so much respect for so long? Would they really believe us? She managed to turn the pack against my father years ago. Would she do the same to me? And would the triplets really stand by me? They will. My wolf reassured me we had both felt the truth in their words. The conviction. But still, I was scared. I was so distracted. I didn't hear Damien enter the room. He walked. Looked up behind me and put his hand on my back. My breath hitched as his fingers traced lightly along my arm, sending a. Strange, unwanted heat through my body. Relax, he murmured, his voice low, almost coaxing. You're too tense. Of course, I'm tense. I snapped back, and yet I didn't push his hand away. All the confusion, the loneliness. The achi
Ken's POV I made my way back to Becky's room. After last night's discovery, we had more questions for her. But luckily, I wasn't alone. Chris walked beside me, silent and coiled tight, like a storm barely contained. Max was on my other side. His jaw locked, his expression dark, and just behind us, Erica. I didn't dare look back at her, but I felt her presence. My wolf felt lighter with her nearby, where she belonged. I only hoped we could convince her to stay. When we reached Becky's room, I didn't knock. I shoved the Door open.. Becky Sat at her dresser, her maids fussing over her like she was still something important. Rose the moment they saw us, all of us. Becky's. Eyes landed on Erica, and just like that, the color drained from her face. I ordered coldly. The maids didn't hesitate. They rushed past us and disappeared, leaving the door wide open behind them. Becky stood slowly, one hand instinctively moving to her stomach. What is this? She asked, her voice trembling.
Chris's POV Erica stood in the garden and looked at me like I was nothing. I would have welcomed anger, even hatred. But the cold dismissal in her eyes hurt more than anything else. I worried. I was already too late. Erica. Can we talk? I asked. My voice quieter than I intended. She folded her arms, her posture guarded. Go ahead. I'm listening. I opened my mouth, and nothing came out for the first. Time in my life, I didn't know what to say. My entire life, I always had control, always had the words. Now I stood in front of my mate, and I had nothing. For Linux. She said coldly. If you have nothing to say, I'll be on my way. She turned, and in a panic, I reached out and grabbed her wrist. She froze, then slowly turned back, her eyes colder than ice as she pulled her hand away. Don't touch me. I stepped back immediately, guilt clawing at my chest. Erica. I know what we did. Can't be undone. My brothers and I, we don't deserve your forgiveness. Maybe we never will. Her ex







