The next day, photos of Asher fighting with a low–ranking rogue at a bar for Amy went viral on Instagram and Facebook. The scandal even started affecting the pack office’s stock price.
It was the first time his affair with another woman had become such a public spectacle.
A few reporters were waiting at the entrance of the Pack house. The moment I stepped outside, they swarmed me with questions.
“Luna, do you have any comments regarding Alpha and Amy?”
1 lept walking without looking back, replying coldly, “One is an Alpha sealing the mating bond with his mate but cheating on her, the other is a shameless mistress. What exactly do you want me to say?”
Another reporter pushed forward, persistent.
“But I heard that back when the Alpha was broke, you dumped him for money.”
*And once he made it, you manipulated him w
with your so–called love and forced him into the mate bond with every means you had ”
“Now that he’s finally found his fated mate, someone who’s beautiful and a perfect match like Amy. They’re the Alpha and Luna made for each other, but you still insist on clinging to your position as Lama and you call her the mistress?”
“Don’t you think you’re the one being unfair?”
stopped in my tracks and turned to her, smirking. Without a word, I grabbed the ID badge hanging around her neck.
She was an inter. The back of her press pass held a university student ID,
Calmly, I asked, “You’re Amy’s friend, aren’t you?”
“Back then, Asher did everything he could to seal the mate bond with me. Do you think I wanted to be with him?“. “Everyone in our pack circle knows the truth. Don’t you? Or are you just here to smear me so your little bestle can take my place?”
Her expression changed instantly. Flustered, she snatched her badge back and retorted in a self–righteous tone, ” journalist. I speak objectively and truthfully.”
I’m friends with her. But I’m a
“If you really didn’t want to seal the mate bond with the Alpha, then now that he loves someone else, why won’t you break the mate bond?”
1 gave a small smile, just about to answer, when blood suddenly started dripping from my nose again.
I looked a mest
play the sympathy card now?”
Someone nearby suvered. “What, is Miss Cora trying to play th
I reached up and wiped the blood from my lips with my fingers.
Then I answered calmly, “No. I have a terminal illness and is dying Lately, the nosebleeds have been frequent.”
The crowd immediately fell silent. No one was laughing anymore,
Except for that same girl. She snapped, “Quir acting! If you really had a terminal illness, why aren’t you bong treated at the Pack hospital?”
“I seriously can’t stand women like you–willing to fake life and death just to steal someone else’s mate. You’re shameless and disgusting. An embarrassment to all of us.”
She tossed those words over her shoulder, then strutted away in her heels, head held high.
Even her back looked as irritating as Amy’s
The video of me being ambushed by reporters quickly made its way into the news.
What I didn’t expect was that Aster would respond through the official pack office account.
He posted: “I will never break our mate bond.”
That same afternoon, the reporter, who was Amy’s friend was fired.
But the backlash online exploded.
Many netizens cursed me,
“So disgusting! Being an Alpha’s mate is every she–wolf’s dream, and she dares to say she was forced? She’s clearly showing off!”
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“Why would Alpha even like her? She’s so ugly, totally unfit to be his Lima”
“God, the way Alpha defended her–ugh, I’m jealous just watching.
Then, suddenly, one user jumped in
“You all better shut your damn mouths. If you don’t know the truth, don’t talk shit and shut the fuck up.”
Everyone immediately started spamming him,
“What’s the truth? What really happened?”
The truth was.
That year, my mom was diagnosed with a terminal less. The doctor told us the condition was highly generic.
It wasn’t just me—if I ever got pregr
pregnant, my pop would likely inherit the same disease
The day my mother died, she bled a fall basin’s worth from her nose. It soaked through her dress and stained mine red
I stayed in my room all day, paralyzed by grief. Asher called me dozens of times, but I never answered.
The next day, right as my phone battery was about to die, I finally picked up.
I said just one thing,
Then I hung up, blocked all his contacts, and refused to see him over again.
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