The Forsaken Luna's Dark Secret Vengeance

Adalynn POV: The black town car idled silently on Fifth Avenue. I stared out the window at the cheerful, elegant storefront of Bonpoint, a wave of exhaustion washing over me.

Another party. Another gift. This was my duty as Luna of the Blackstone Pack. Maintaining social ties. Smiling. Pretending.

I rubbed my temples, a familiar ache blooming behind my eyes. The gesture did nothing to erase the image of Garrison's back this morning.

He'd left our suite without a word, the scent of cold indifference clinging to the air long after he was gone. "We're here, Luna," The driver said respectfully in a low voice.

I took a deep breath, the frigid December air a sharp sting in my lungs as I pushed the heavy door open. It was a welcome shock to the system.

As I stepped toward the entrance,A familiar tall figure inside the store made me freeze on the spot. Garrison Britt.My husband.

He was on one knee, his broad shoulders hunched in a gesture of startling tenderness.

He was adjusting the hem of a little girl's dress, a smile on his face so gentle, so full of warmth, it was one I had never seen before. My heart didn't just sink.

It plummeted, a dead weight in my chest. Instinct took over. I lurched back, pressing my body against the cold metal of a newspaper stand, hiding myself in its shadow.

The little girl, maybe four years old, giggled. She had bright blonde hair and startlingly blue eyes. Garrison's eyes. Then, a darkhaired woman approached.

She placed a hand on Garrison's shoulder, a gesture of casual, effortless intimacy, and offered him a coffee. Isadora Bennett.

A rising star in the entertainment industry, famous for her innocent appearance and sweet smile. He took the cup, his head tilting up to meet hers. He kissed her cheek.

A simple, proprietary kiss. The air left my lungs in a silent rush. It wasn't a knife. It was a void, a sudden, complete absence of everything.

At this moment, I finally understood why he had become increasingly indifferent to me over the years. It turned out he had been unfaithful to me. But that doesn’t really matter.

What’s most unacceptable to me is that they even had a child together. That’s simply a devastating blow for me. My mind flashed back four years. A sterile hospital room.

A doctor's emotionless voice telling me my baby was born without a heartbeat. At that time, I suffered immensely, yet all I got in return was his cold, emotionless expression.

Now I finally understand why.

At this moment, as I look at this little girl with golden hair, I think that if my child hadn’t died so young, she would be about the same age as this girl.

Unfortunately, I never even got to see that child’s face. She turned into just a handful of ashes in a little box. A wave of nausea churned in my stomach.

I clamped a hand over my mouth, my knuckles white, fighting the urge to vomit right there on the sidewalk. Garrison scooped the little girl into his arms.

She clutched a new teddy bear. He and Isadora walked out of the store, a perfect picture. A family. They passed not ten feet from where I was hiding.

His gaze swept the street, The whole person radiates happiness， passing right through me. My body began to tremble with a rage so cold it felt like ice water in my veins.

My nails dug into my palms, leaving deep, crescentshaped wounds. I watched them get into a black Bentley—not a Pack vehicle, but his personal car.

The car disappeared into the flow of traffic. Only then did I let myself move. I stepped out from behind the newsstand, my face a pale, blank mask. The tears I expected didn't come.

Four years ago, the Britt family was extremely opposed to my humble marriage to Garrison, thinking that I would drag down his career.

However, Garrison was full of heartache at that time.

He promised me that when he became the Alpha of the Blackstone Pack, he would definitely give me a vigorous ceremony to let the ethnic group formally know me.

In the end, I compromised and we only got the certificate. Now, he has everything, and even outsiders know that I am his luna, but I never waited for the formal ceremony.

On the surface, people in the ethnic group respectfully call me luna, but in fact, they all think that I'm just an unpretentious mistress of Garrison.

Over the years, I’ve long since lost all interest in Garrison. Just as the light in my eyes has gone out now, replaced by a state of indifference and silence.

I turned and walked into Bonpoint.A sales associate greeted me with a bright, professional smile. "Welcome, how may I help you today?" My gaze swept over the area where the perfect family had just stood.

My voice, when it came out, was a shard of ice. "The gentleman and the woman who were just in here.

Everything they purchased, and everything they tried on but did not buy—I want it all." The associate stared, her smile faltering. "Ma'am?" "Anything that might have their scent on it," I clarified, my voice unwavering. "I'll take it.

And I need the security footage from your store for the last half hour." I slid a black, featureless credit card onto the counter. "Name your price." I added, my eyes locking onto hers, "You will also sign a nondisclosure agreement.

You will not speak of my visit, or my purchases, to anyone. Especially not to Mr. Britt." The manager was summoned.

He saw the card, saw the chilling resolve in my eyes, and understood immediately that I was not a person to be questioned. I paid a sevenfigure sum without blinking.

I bought the evidence. I didn't let the driver help.

I carried the large, rustling bags myself, filled with the cloying, mixed scents of Garrison's snowdusted cedar and Isadora's sweet perfume.

Back in the sanctuary of the car, I pulled out my phone and dialed. "Jenna," I said, my voice unnervingly steady. "I need your help.

I'm starting the Rejection Ceremony." A sharp gasp on the other end of the line. I ignored it, my eyes fixed on the blur of the city outside my window.

One thought, clear and sharp, cut through the fog.

Although I have never had the consent ceremony that should have given me glory, now that I am leaving, I must hold a refusal ceremony aboveboard.

I want to maintain my dignity and reputation through formal procedures, so that everyone can see my integrity as Luna, instead of leaving quietly.

And Garrison Britt, I am going to make you pay.

Adalynn POV: I hung up with Jenna, her promises to dig into Isadora Bennett's background echoing in the silent car. The shopping bags sat on the seat beside me, a toxic monument.

The blended scent of Garrison's cedar and Isadora's cloying floral perfume was a physical assault, making my stomach churn. My phone buzzed. An unknown number.

I hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering. "Luna?" The voice was soft, feminine, and sickeningly sweet. "It's Isadora Bennett." My hand tightened on the leather armrest, the material groaning under the pressure.

My knuckles turned white. "Garrison left something at my place," she continued, her tone dripping with false innocence. "His cufflinks. He's always so forgetful.

I just wanted to let you know, so you wouldn't worry." It was a declaration of war. A deliberate, calculated display of her intimacy with my husband.

I met my own eyes in the partition glass. A cold, hollow smile touched my lips. "Is that so?" I said, my voice light. "The obsidian ones with the Britt family crest?

They are rather important." I wanted her to know that I knew every detail of his life. That I was not ignorant. There was a slight pause on her end.

A flicker of surprise. "You're so attentive, Luna," she recovered smoothly. "Unlike me.

I only pay attention to Garrison himself." "Miss Bennett," I cut her off, my voice dropping its feigned lightness and turning to steel. "If you find my husband's property, you are to return it to the estate's butler.

You do not call me. That is the protocol." I didn't wait for a response. I ended the call . The car swept through the iron gates of the Britt Estate.

Garrison's assistant, Belle Beach, was waiting on the steps of the main house, her expression rigid. I got out of the car.

Belle approached, her posture stiff with selfimportance. "Luna. The Alpha has requested your immediate presence in the Ceremony Hall." I saw the flash of contempt in her eyes.

The flicker of satisfaction. It was an open secret in the estate that Belle was hopelessly in love with Garrison.

The Ceremony Hall was vast and empty, its stone walls seeming to absorb all warmth. A single, hard cushion sat in the center of the marble floor.

Belle followed me in, her arms crossed over her chest. "Luna, you missed your meeting with the Crescent Moon Pack emissaries today. You've damaged our Pack's reputation.

The Alpha has ordered you to kneel here and reflect on your failure until he returns." My gaze turned to ice. "Are those his exact words?" Belle's chin lifted. "Do I need to repeat an order from the Alpha?

Or is a simple act of obedience too much for an Omega to manage?" The insult hung in the air, thick and deliberate.

She was using his authority as a weapon for her own petty jealousy.

Garrison might have expressed displeasure, but thisthis command to kneel, this public shaminghad Belle's venom all over it.

I looked at her, my expression unreadable. "Belle," I asked quietly, "how long have you been in this position?" She was taken aback by the question. "Five years," she answered automatically. "Five years," I repeated, my voice a soft murmur, as if speaking to myself. "Long enough to learn many things... and make many unforgivable mistakes." Before she could process my words, I moved.

I walked to the cushion and slowly, deliberately, knelt. My knees met the cold, unyielding stone.

A sharp pain shot up my legs, but it was nothing compared to the frozen void in my chest. Arguing now was pointless. It would only give Belle more ammunition. I had to endure.

A triumphant smirk spread across Belle's face as she saw me kneel. She had won. "I hope you reflect well, Luna," she said, her voice dripping with false concern.

She turned and walked out, pulling the heavy oak doors shut behind her. I was alone in the echoing silence.

My back was ramrod straight, like a winter tree that would break before it would bend. I closed my eyes. There was no humiliation in my heart.

Only the cold, clear calculation of my next move. This, I would remember. And Belle Beach would be the first to pay.

Adalynn POV: Minutes bled into an hour. The feeling in my knees faded from sharp pain to a dull, throbbing numbness. I kept my spine perfectly straight.

My inner wolf paced restlessly inside me, snarling at the indignity. I forced her down. Not yet. The heavy door creaked open a few inches. Mrs.

Gable, the elderly head housekeeper, peered in, her face etched with worry. "Luna..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Let me get you a blanket.

The floor is so cold." I shook my head, mouthing the words, "Don't. She'll make trouble for you." Her eyes welled with tears, but she was too afraid to defy Belle's authority.

The door clicked shut. More time passed. Then, the doors opened again. It was Belle. She held up her phone, the screen displaying a picture of my mother, Eulalia.

Belle's smile was poison. "Luna, it seems your repentance isn't sincere enough. I hear your mother is staying in the Pack's medical center?

That rare lycanthropic condition of hers... the monthly medication must be incredibly expensive." My vision narrowed. My mother was my only weakness.

Belle savored my reaction. "If the Alpha knew you were being disobedient," she said slowly, "he might decide that's an expense the Pack can no longer afford.

Resources should be spent on useful members, after all." The threat was clear. A tremor of pure rage shot through me.

I bit the inside of my lip, the coppery taste of blood flooding my mouth.

I lifted my head, my eyes locking onto hers. "You dare touch her," I said, each word a frozen shard, "and see what happens." My voice was low, but the killing intent within it made Belle flinch and take an involuntary halfstep back.

At that exact moment, the hall doors were thrown open with a resounding bang. Garrison stood there, a thundercloud on his face. He had just returned from his meeting.

His gaze swept the scene: me, kneeling on the floor, and Belle, holding her phone with a triumphant sneer. His brow furrowed.

Belle's face instantly shifted to a mask of professional concern. "Alpha.

The Luna is reflecting on her dereliction of duty." Garrison's eyes flickered to my pale face, then back to Belle. An unreadable anger simmered in their depths.

He hated losing control of a situation. He didn't move toward me. Instead, he spoke to Belle, his voice dangerously cold. "I told you to remind her of her duties.

Who gave you the authority to make her kneel?" Belle's face went white. "Alpha, I was only trying to uphold your authority..." "My authority needs to be upheld with cheap theatrics?" Garrison's voice dropped lower, colder. "And who authorized you to threaten her mother?" Mrs.

Gable must have mindlinked him. Belle was panicking now. "I... I was just..." "You're fired," Garrison cut her off. "Pack your things and leave the estate.

Immediately." Belle stared, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her gaze darted to me, filled with pure, unadulterated hatred, before Garrison's guards stepped forward to escort her out.

The hall was silent again. Just the two of us. He walked toward me and held out a hand. "Get up." I didn't move. I didn't even look at him. His patience snapped.

He grabbed my arm, yanking me to my feet. My legs, numb and stiff, buckled beneath me. I stumbled, a gasp escaping my lips as I pitched forward, right into his chest.

His arms came around me, steadying me. The familiar scent of cedar filled my senses, but it was tainted. Underneath it was the sweet, cloying perfume of his mistress.

It made my stomach roil. I shoved him away with all my strength, using a nearby pillar to hold myself up. My eyes were cold, vacant, as if looking at a complete stranger.

Garrison stared at his empty arms, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. "I fired her for you. What more do you want?" he asked, his tone that of a man bestowing a great favor.

My voice was a raw rasp. "Thank you, Alpha," I said. "But without your silent permission, she would never have had the courage." I didn't wait for his reply.

I turned and, dragging my numb legs, walked out of the Ceremony Hall without a backward glance. Garrison stood frozen, watching my retreating back.

And for the first time, he seemed to realize that something in the Omega he thought he owned had irrevocably broken.