Chapter 6

I was completely alone, forced to bury all my emotions deep inside. I obeyed Christine without question, too afraid to defy her in the slightest.

But Christine's envy only grew. She resented my background and the fact that I would become the Luna one day.

Over time, that jealousy festered into bitter hatred.

One day, she kept staring at the necklace around my neck. "That's a pretty necklace."

She lifted her chin and said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "Give it to me. Things have been a bit dull in bed with Grote lately. Those beads will add the perfect spice."

I immediately clutched the necklace. I couldn't stand this any longer. For the first time in days, I shouted at her, "This was my late mother's! I've been putting up with you two because you're carrying his pup. But if you touch my necklace, I swear, I'll kill you!"

Christine's expression darkened instantly. She rose from the couch, thrusting her pregnant belly forward as she marched up to me. She then reached out to snatch the necklace.

"It's just a stupid necklace. Don't act like it's important. It belonged to a dead wolf anyway. Keeping it is useless. Give it to me!"

This was Mom's keepsake. She had worn it when she was the Luna of the Vida pack.

Back then, Mom was revered by everyone in the Vida pack. She was gentle yet strong, and even the Alphas from other packs respected her.

How could I let this shameless she-wolf tarnish Mom's necklace?

"I said no!"

I refused to let go, but Christine only pulled harder.

"You think you can be the Luna with that rotting body of yours? Dream on!" she snarled while hitting me.

My already fragile body couldn't stay standing. With one harsh push, my stomach collided with the edge of a table.

Pain shot through my abdomen, and blood flowed down my legs. Unlike the usual discharge, this crimson tide flowed uncontrollably.

Suddenly, I realized I hadn't had my period in months. Was I…

Before I could think further, Christine yanked the necklace off my neck and laughed. "Renata, if you don't mind, how about watching Grote and me have fun when he gets home?"

Smiling, she locked me to the cold floor with a chain.

When Grote returned, he found Christine lounging on the couch, her legs spread wide for him.

His lust overtook him as he stared at her. He was oblivious to the fact that I was chained up nearby.

Christine hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. "Honey, let me take care of you."

She seductively lowered herself and slowly unbuttoned his pants.

Mesmerized by her charm, Grote couldn't hold back. He pressed her head down and pushed deeper into her throat.

The scene before me was almost unbearable—Christine had Mom's necklace in her mouth while pleasing Grote.

Seeing my anguish, she pulled the necklace out and let the beads roll around her tongue.

Grote lay back on the couch, looking thoroughly satisfied.

I felt like I might throw up, but the lump in my throat choked me. I forced it down, only for it to pierce my heart with a searing pain.

I hated myself. I hated that I'd wasted seven years on him.

Grote suddenly heard my sobs, and only then did he notice me, locked in the corner. He bent down, instinctively trying to help me up. "Renata, w-what are you doing here?"

I glared at him, pushing away his fake concern. "Don't touch me!"

My voice was hoarse, and I realized I couldn't breathe through the sobs. Blood pooled on the floor beneath me.

Grote felt a pang of pity seeing how broken and helpless I looked.

Suddenly, he remembered I'd seen everything between him and Christine. He was overwhelmed by guilt.

After a moment of internal struggle, he finally spoke up to explain. "Renata, you understand me, right? I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Please, forgive me. I didn't know you were right there. I tried so hard to control myself. I promise, it won't happen again."

As he reached out to help me up, Christine's pained groan cut through the air. "M-My stomach hurts so much."

Then, her body slowly began to fall backward.