My Alpha mate's growl cut through the thunder. "You're just my bitch for release. Lavinia 's different."

I am Lavinia . The "different" one. Alpha Noah’s mate. And I stood frozen outside our bedroom as he fucked another woman—in our bed. For six years, I had bled myself dry for him, for our son Luke. I sacrificed my health, my wolf, my very identity to be the perfect Luna for Alpha Noah. All of it shattered by a single, gut-wrenching sentence.

But the blow that truly killed me came from my own pup. "Mom, I'll buy Chloe more jewelry in the future. If you forgive Chloe today, I'll buy some for you too afterward," Luke’s small voice pleaded, siding with her. He chose her over me.

In that hollowed-out moment, the loyal Luna died. My fingers, trembling with a fury I’d long forgotten, found the number I swore I'd never use. One call. That was all it would take to burn their world to the ground. I wonder, will they even notice the smoke before the fire consumes them?