The Billionaire Alpha's Forsaken Wolfless Luna

ily

to thank my beloved m

ck with the scent of expensive champagne and victory. On the stage, under the glare of a dozen spotlights, my husband looked every bit the conquer

celebrate this milestone with us, her

ed through the room. My husband,

y oak doors, my palm flat

ynced his boss's calendar to our shared cloud, same as he had done every weekday for the past three years. The

his whereabouts. He was simpl

in private. To him, I was nothing more than a quiet ornament in the Sterling e

y pushed open the

face wouldn't

uld b

as itself a death blow to the lie he had so carefully constructed. What he feared w

tood the throne he h

here to te

s at the back of the ballroom swung open. A sudden silence fell, a

hrough tha

a dress the color of ice, a stark contrast to the warm golds and deep reds of the cele

ed. I could feel their confusion, their curiosi

gne glass frozen an inch from his lips.

en I s

ed years ago walk through the door and claim its due. His knuckles went white around the stem of the glass, and for one lo

m, and the dawning, gut-wrenching re

ront of the stage, looking up at him. The flashi

n't b

and pulled out a single sheaf of papers. Without a word, I

cial, legally b

his feet. The camera flashes became a frenzy. Caden's perfe

onths e

hibiscus. I stood on the balcony of our private suite at the Fontaine

satisfaction settled in my chest. I was looking forward to Caden arriving later that evening. He was supposedly ti

d the perfect, cloudless sky. My finger hovered over the screen,

ami

air leaned against him, her expression soft and adoring. Between them, a lit

went through my chest. A

familiar. The scent, even from this distance,

app and zoomed in. The image sharpened, pixelat

as C

was his stepsister,

Ava, into his arms, lifting her high above his head. The look on his face

w. It was an intimate, practiced gesture. Caden's gaze dropped to he

mate bond. It felt like a hot knife twisting in my gut. I gasped

l giggled, her small voice carryi

dd

the sudden, roaring

or of the balcony with a sickening crack. The screen spider

was a blank slate, wiped clean by the shock, able to hold nothing bu

ami

his legal wife, his L

t work, his subtle dismissals of my affection. It all clicked into place.

r. But now, the humiliation was a physical weight, crushing the air from my lungs. He didn't just want someone else; he

, glacial calm spread through

s a disaster, but when I pressed the side button, i

aimed the lens at the happy family on the beach, and p

. Seraphina linking her arm through his. The three of them wa

once, twice. Then I uploaded the fil

. My face was pale, my eyes wide and dark. There were no tears. The woman

rpent in my stomach, but something el

dialed. Her name was Chloe. She

onal. "Mrs. Sterling,

nd devoid of any emotion. "Cancel all of my appointments

hall I book y

at the car keys on the

time to thi

e file I had drafted months ago, in a moment of

Formal Notice of Reje

time, I would sign it. But not yet. Not until the time was right. Not until