Moira’s POV
I couldn’t wait to get home to hug my daughter and kiss my husband. Being apart for a few days made me miss them like crazy. I often called them, but only briefly. Besides my busy schedule, they also seemed busy, preventing us from communicating regularly.
After a tiring journey of several hours, my longing overflowed, especially my longing for my husband, Jude. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked confidently when the taxi I was riding in arrived at the driveway of the magnificent building where I lived with my two loved ones.
Jude must miss me and be eager for our beautiful night together. More accurately, I was the eager one. He would probably be cold, as usual. Our sex life hadn’t been great, but it usually improved after we’d been apart for a while because my job sometimes required me to travel out of town or even out of the country.
After being apart, Jude would regain his passion, and our relationship would improve—in my opinion.
It should be that way. Even though Jude never considered me his wife and many pack members called me “the rejected Luna,” I still tried to be sweet to him and do my duty as a wife and a Luna. However, I never expected that the sweet gestures and attitudes I hoped for from Jude would be the opposite.
The house was empty. There was no life inside, and I couldn’t find Jude or Mirielle, my daughter, anywhere.
Some servants who noticed my arrival bowed, their faces looking worried. I didn’t ask any questions immediately but went straight to the bedroom.
As usual, the door was unlocked, which was typical. I entered without hesitation, carefully arranging the belongings. Jude was in the bathroom, and I considered surprising him by following him there.
I removed my clothes and stood naked at the door, inadvertently hearing what I should have heard and known long ago.
The sounds of two people moaning in unison, accompanied by the unusual splashing of water and the sound of skin slapping against skin, froze my steps. I didn’t want to believe what I heard, but the sounds were so clear that I couldn’t ignore them anymore. Jude was definitely having sex with someone, and I wasn’t sure who.
After standing still to confirm my suspicions and steel my resolve, I pushed open the door and found Jude and a woman facing away from me. Jude was thrusting his hips, his hands gripping the waist of the woman kneeling with her back before him.
I was stunned. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, and suddenly, my feet felt like they were rooted to the ground. My heart was pounding wildly. I couldn’t believe my husband would do something like this.
Actually, I shouldn’t have been surprised. We didn’t marry out of love but because of a purpose, which made me have a one-night stand. I found myself in bed with him, the alpha of one of the strongest packs. Despite the many oddities I witnessed after that night, I tried to brush them aside, and then I became pregnant with Mirielle, so my father decided we should marry immediately.
If asked what our married life was like, I could say nothing. I might be the unwanted Luna. Jude would come to me only when he wanted sex. He’d be warm afterward and stay for a while. Beyond that, I didn’t know. We were too busy with our own affairs.
A long moan snapped me out of my reverie, and before I could turn around, they had already found me standing there, my chest rising and falling, especially after seeing who had just been with my husband. She, my step-sister, had taken the place that should have been mine. Enjoying what should have been mine. She wasn’t much different from her mother, who had taken my father away from my mother.
I crazily pulled her hair, dragged her out of the bathroom, and held Jude’s hands as he tried to release my grip on his slut’s hair. I threw her to the floor, and Jude grabbed her to hug her immediately.
“Are you okay, Bella?” he asked, and the slut nodded weakly with a helpless expression. Cheap woman, prostitute, husband stealer! “What are you doing, Moira?!”
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking that question? What were you doing in there with her? You brought this whore into our house, Jude! You fucked her in our house, in our bedroom, in our bathroom—a place that should only belong to you and me. It should only belong to us!” I snapped.
He didn’t respond, but from the look on his face, I knew he didn’t like hearing my words, especially calling the woman in his arms a ‘whore’.
Jude got up, ignoring my rebuke, and helped his slut stand up, dressed her and himself, then left, leaving me stunned and devastated as I watched them leave.
***
They didn’t come back. It was just me and Mirielle, my daughter, at the dinner table, enjoying our dinner with broken hearts. I looked at Mirielle, who seemed listless and hadn’t finished her food. She rested her chin on her hand, looking reluctant, and finally got up and was about to leave.
“Mirielle, what’s wrong with you? You haven’t finished your food,” I said, and she turned to look at me. I approached her, stroking her head lovingly. “What’s wrong, Sweetheart? Tell me.”
“Dad and Aunt Bella aren’t here. They promised the three of us would have dinner together,” she replied, which immediately made my heart skip a beat so hard I almost choked. “Why did they break their promise? When we were in Japan, they were very attentive to me. They took me for a walk, and we slept together.”
“Japan? Did you go on vacation?” I asked, staring straight ahead, not caring where my gaze landed. I had already lost everything upon learning the truth from my daughter.
“Yes, when you went abroad. They wanted to go on vacation together, but said they couldn’t bear to leave me alone. In the end, Aunt Bella persuaded Dad to take me with them. She’s very kind. I really like her.”
“Do-do you know Aunt Bella’s relationship with your father, Mirielle? Why do you like her so much? What if it hurts me?”
“Is that so? Shouldn’t you be happy too that Dad has found his mate? Aunt Bella and Dad are planning to get married. Dad said he feels happy because he has found her. Shouldn’t we also be happy if the person we love is happy?”
What? Mate? Was it true that Bella was Jude’s mate?
All this time, I felt safe because I had become his Luna without thinking about the matter of mates. After becoming his Luna, I thought we were already bound by a mate bond. But that wasn’t the case.
“I even planned to surprise them. Dad will propose to Aunt Bella on her birthday next week. I’m so happy to hear the news. They’re a perfect match, and I’ll have a mother who’ll always be there for me at home if Aunt Bella marries Dad.” Mirielle’s face looked radiant, but it felt like a dagger piercing my heart blindly.
I choked, coughed, and then collapsed to the floor, no longer caring what Mirielle was doing.
Would my marriage be ruined here? Would Jude really do this—abandon me and choose Bella because she was his mate? Oh, Moon Goddess... why must everything unfold this way? What should I do?
