The caption beneath it read, “A miracle after all the pain. We can’t wait to meet our little one.”
My breath caught. My vision blurred. Pregnant.
She was pregnant. With my husband’s child.
And he wasn’t even hiding it, not really. The world could see. The pack could see. And I, his Luna, was reduced to a fool.
I felt something inside me snap, a soundless crack that tore through my chest and into my soul.
The phone slipped from my hand, clattering onto the balcony floor. I stared blankly at the horizon as the sun began to set, turning the sky into a cruel mix of red and gold.
My wolf’s growl rumbled through me. He betrayed the bond, Zera. He took everything from us, our pup, our dignity. What more must we lose before we fight back?
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. My breathing steadied. Slowly, a different kind of fire began to rise in me, not of sorrow, but of resolve.
I turned toward my office, my mind already racing. My fingers shook as I picked up my phone again, not to look at the post, but to make a call I never thought I’d make.
My father. Alpha Peter Hatunberg, the most feared and respected Alpha across the northern territories.