Chapter 1
I signed the rejection papers while my mate kissed another woman in our bed.
The pen didn’t even shake in my hand.
Three years of marriage—and this was how it ended.
Not with a fight. Not with tears. Just the quiet scratch of ink on paper while she moaned his name in the next room.
I placed the signed documents on the kitchen counter, right next to the breakfast I’d made for him—his favorite, eggs Benedict with smoked salmon. The plate was still warm.
No, he didn’t need to know.
He’d made his choice.
And I’d made mine.
I pulled out my phone and dialed the only number I had left.
“Aunt Harper? It’s Elara.”
“Elara? Oh my God, sweetheart—what’s wrong? It’s six in the morning.”
“I need a place to stay. Can I come to you?”
A pause. Then, softly:
“What did he do?”
My throat tightened. I wanted to be strong. I wanted to sound unbothered. But when someone asks what happened with genuine care in their voice—after three years of no one asking at all—something inside you just… breaks.
“He chose her,” I whispered. “He’s been choosing her for months. I just… I didn’t want to see it.”
“I’m booking your train ticket right now. Don’t argue.”
“Okay.”
“And Elara?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re never going back to that man. Do you hear me?”
I ended the call and stood on the sidewalk, watching the city wake up around me.
Somewhere behind me, in the penthouse I’d called home for three years, my husband—no, my ex-husband—was tangled in sheets with Megan Cross, the woman he told me was “just a colleague.”
The funny thing was, I’d believed him. Every single time.
When she called at midnight, I believed him.
When her perfume clung to his collar, I believed him.
When she showed up at our anniversary dinner “by coincidence,” I smiled and offered her a seat.
Because that’s what Luna Elara did. She trusted. She forgave. She stayed.
But Luna Elara was gone now.
My phone buzzed. Aunt Harper had sent the ticket.
The train left in two hours.
I didn’t look back—not once.
But my wolf did.
And the last thing she felt through the bond, before I shut it down completely, was this:
He was laughing.
He was laughing with her in our bed—and he hadn’t even noticed I was gone.