“Well, don’t mention her, baby, I know you’re just political, ex-Beta Alexander’s daughter, she’s very useful to you, isn’t she? Oh, Lucian, be gentle. You’re hurting me.”
“Who told you to still talk about Scarlett, she’s my perfect Luna, the best woman in the world.” Lucien continued to lick and nibble at her shoulder boobs, causing Lily to moan and moan.
My mind flashed back to four years ago. Thomas, a visiting Alpha’s son, had mocked me at a pack gathering.
“What kind of wolf can’t even shift?” he’d sneered. “You’re not fit to be Luna.”
Lucian had nearly killed him, roaring that I was worth a hundred wolves. That my heart held more strength than any shifter.
Now he rutted against another woman, reducing our bond to mere convenience.
“I was jealous, you were so good to her and she loved you so much,” Lily said with false sympathy. “Following you around like a lost pup, cooking and cleaning…”
“She has to be good at something, doesn’t she? Can’t hunt, can’t fight, can’t even shift. At least she’s useful in the kitchen.Come on baby, turn your back to me.How do you think I compare to your ex-husband?”
“Of course, you are more powerful, my alpha.” Their lewd laughter shattered the last glimmer of hope in my heart.
I stumbled back to the pack house , fury building with each step. For eighteen years I’d loved him. For five years I’d been his mate. I’d taken a death curse for him, helped him become Alpha, dedicated every breath to his happiness.
And he’d thrown it all away for his “true love.”He let her insult my dignity.
In my study, I pulled out my finest paper. My hands shook with rage as I began writing the second letter.
“You want to see me as nothing but a convenient stepping stone?” I thought as I wrote. “I’ll show you exactly what you’re losing.”
Each word was carefully chosen to cut deep when he finally read it. When I finished, I placed it in an ornate gift box alongside the first letter.
The billion-dollar ring on my finger caught the light. Lucian had it crafted by the most powerful shamans, infused with healing magic that had probably kept me alive these past five years.
“Your health is my priority,” he’d said when he slipped it on my finger. “This will protect you always.”
I didn’t need his protection anymore. I didn’t want it.
The auction house owner gasped when I placed the ring on his desk. “Luna Scarlett! This is the legendary Heart of the Storm ring! The healing magic alone…”
“List it immediately,” I cut him off. “Starting bid is ten million dollars.”
Let him see how little his “protection” meant to me now.
I left the auction house and returned to the pack house, I thought Lucien wouldn’t come home today. Unexpectedly, after dinner, while I was tidying up my clothes, he suddenly barged in, “Scarlett?” Lucien shouted my name loudly, making me turn around. He was standing at the door, pale-faced and shaken. “Why…why did you leave the hospital so early?”
“I feel much better, so I was discharged. I don’t like the cold feeling of the treatment center.” I replied calmly, looking him in the eye.
“Well… Well…” his tone was hesitant, “Why did you want to sell the Heart of the Storm ring?”
