Qui A Quitté La Star Ac Hier ?

Having an Awakenist as my wife meant enduring her monkish attitude toward sex. We could only be intimate on the sixteenth of every month. Every detail—my position, rhythm, even my expression—had to follow her rigid rules. If I showed too much pleasure, she would immediately rise and leave. We had been married for five years. Was I ever tired of this? Yes. Still, I always gave in. I accepted these limitations because I loved her. "The Saintess loves me too," I told myself. That faith shattered the day I was sent to extinguish a hotel fire. Amid the flames, I found my wife pressed close to a man in disheveled clothes. Between their arms was a young boy.

I was Alpha Asher Voss's invisible wife. He made me his Luna, and I shielded him from the Council's scrutiny, managed his alliances, and ran his pack so smoothly he never had to wonder who was holding it all together. We were bound by a contract with one simple rule: on the third year of our marriage, we end everything and go our separate ways. No mark. No bond. No questions. And I thought I could handle it. I played my role flawlessly. Buried my foolish, growing affection beneath duty and discipline. Stayed within every line he drew. Never asked for more or reached for what wasn't offered. Until she returned. Vivienne, his childhood sweetheart. The woman he once swore to marry. The woman he never stopped searching for, the favourite candidate for his pack; loved and cherished by all. When she came back, I went from invisible to nonexistent. He announced wedding plans with her before our contract was even over, reminded me I had been a placeholder and asked me to prepare her room on the Alpha floor — his floor. The one I was never welcome on. But here's the part no one saw coming. I was pregnant. With thirty days left before the contract ends, I walked out of the pack where I’d been trapped for three years. And now, I can truly live for myself.

On the day my husband married my younger sister, I once again heard the divine message from the Astral Sanctuary: if I sever all ties to the mortal world within three days, I can reclaim the astral power I relinquished and return to the Astral Sanctuary. On the first day, I publicly cut my hair to symbolize the severing of love and signed the separation letter, ending my three-year marriage to the man I once loved. Holding my sister in his arms, he looked at me with disdain. His words dripped with mockery as he called me petty and jealous, claiming that sparing me the title of an equal wife had been his greatest act of kindness. On the second day, I drove a blade into myself six times, severing my bond with my cherished elder brother. He stood by, cold and unfeeling, sneering that I was nothing more than a desperate fool, resorting to theatrics to compete for his affection—a devotion he reserved entirely for my sister. On the third day, I clenched my teeth and carved through my own flesh and bone, severing my connection to the parents who had given me life. Enraged, they called me ungrateful and declared I was unworthy—not just of being their daughter, but even of being compared to my perfect sister. In the end, I succumbed to exhaustion and blood loss. My spirit ascended to the Astral Sanctuary, where I reclaimed my true identity as an Astral Maiden. When my family discovered my lifeless body left behind in the mortal realm, they all descended into madness.

It was my birthday. I thought he would take me to see the fireworks by the sea, but he showed up with another woman and her child. “Vera has a kid with her, and it’s inconvenient for them. Be a little understanding. She doesn’t know her way around here, and she has a lot of luggage. I’ll just drop them at the hotel.” He said it so casually, as if he were just explaining some trivial, everyday chore. It was that very gentleness of his that made me feel like I was so unreasonable getting angry over it. He helped them into the car. He leaned down to buckle the seatbelt on the child. Then, he turned to me with a smile. “I’ll be right back. Don’t overthink things.” I stood by the roadside and watched them drive away like a picture-perfect little family. As night fell, the sea breeze turned sharp and biting. Still, I waited until a notification of Vera Cannon’s social feed update lit up my screen. He was holding her daughter in his arms. They were watching the fireworks by the beach. It was a surprise I had planned for my own birthday. The comments poured in. [What a perfect match. What a beautiful little family!] Someone asked him why he was not picking me up. He just smiled and said, “Indy is very patient. She won’t be mad.” At that moment, my birthday cake melted into a puddle of frosting. I finally realized that he had not done that to be cruel to me. He was certain that I would always wait for him. However, even the warmest heart grew cold when neglected too many times. The waves crashed against the shore, over and over. With each crash, another shred of my hope washed away. This time, I was not going to wait for him to come back.

Seven days before our bonding ceremony, I overheard my mate joking with his friends. He had already moved our bonding from the snowfield altar I chose to the coastside grounds because Lyra liked the sea. But that was not the part that made them fall silent. What shocked them was that he had also prepared a Luna crown for her. One of them laughed nervously. “Changing the bonding site is one thing. Maybe Serena will forgive that. But the Luna crown? That’s different. For a woman, that crown means everything. Aren’t you afraid she’ll leave?” My mate only smiled, calm and certain. “It’s just a crown. Serena won’t care.” “She loves me. When has she ever refused me anything? She’s not going to throw a tantrum over something this small.” And for the first time, I realized he was right about one thing. I had loved him enough to forgive too much. But not anymore. So when the bonding day came and he stood at the coastside grounds calling for me again and again, I only watched the snow fall outside the window and thought: He was right. I did not make a scene. I did not demand an explanation. I just walked away without a word. He thought that meant it was nothing. He would only understand later that a woman who leaves in silence is not giving you another chance—she is leaving you with nothing but regret.

I devoted all of myself to Dylan Wolfheart: my heart, my trust, and my future as his Luna. I thought he was my everything, my childhood friend, my soulmate, and my fiancé until I found him between the legs of another woman on the eve of our wedding. Professing sacred words that were meant only for me, “I am yours, and you are mine.” There is no going back now. Dylan has shattered every piece of our love, dishonored our bond. The wedding be damned, I’m leaving. Dear Alpha, I quit! To rebuild her life, Irene Ashclaw ran to New York, determined to chase her passion as an interior designer, far away from her Pack where she’s not loved. But her fresh start spirals into chaos the moment she discovers that her new boss is none other than Theodore Sterling—the cold, ruthless Alpha heir, and her former academy nemesis who got expelled because of her. Theodore believes she’s a talentless fraud, and Irene is determined to prove him wrong. Forced into a one-month contract with her arch-rival who despises her as much as he secretly hungers for her, Irene finds herself caught between the ex she left behind and her boss she can’t seem to resist. They say some enemies make the best lovers.