The Luna Who Came Back for Vengeance

On our sixth mating anniversary, Alpha Kaedric gave me a moon-silk gown—elegant, rare, perfect for a Luna. I wore it believing that, for once, I truly belonged in his pack.

Then Mirabel stormed in.

"How fucking dare you wear that?!"

Riiip.

The fabric tore beneath her claws.

Slap.

"This belonged to my mother, you disgusting whore!"

The gown wasn't mine—it was hers. The Luna I could never replace.

As Mirabel sneered, "Go find something else to wear, bitch," I knew I had to leave.