You Said Love, Then You Chose Betrayal
As Cain Knight's mate, I watched him lead Elias Sinclair, his childhood sweetheart, onto the stage at the Black Moon Pack's annual charity gala.
"In recognition of Miss Sinclair's outstanding contributions to our community," Cain announced, his voice a glacial shard as his eyes found me, "I have decided to grant her the title of this year's 'Charity Ambassador.'"
An honor that had, for years, been bestowed upon the Luna by her Alpha. He shattered tradition just to humiliate me.
Under the pitying gazes of the entire pack, I did not cry. I did not question him.
I simply straightened my spine, set down my champagne flute, and silently turned to leave.
"Let her go," I heard Cain sneer behind me.