After dinner, he volunteered to wash the dishes. I sat on the couch, stealing glances at Alpha Timothy in the kitchen. He was washing up while occasionally checking his phone, a smile often playing on his lips. It was oddly amusing—six years of mate bond couldn’t compete with the excitement of something new.

After cleaning up, he cheerfully brought over a box of spiced honey cake to me. "Luna, I got your favorite tiramisu," he said, using the title that still felt foreign to me. He looked at me with the eager anticipation of a child seeking approval. I’ve always had a sweet tooth, thinking desserts could brighten any day. But now, no sweetness could cut through the bitterness in my heart. I stared blankly at the cake box, the weight of his betrayal pressing down on me.

Seeing me lost in thought, Alpha Timothy gently asked, "Luna, what are you thinking about?" I snapped back to the present and was about to reach for the cake. Just then, his phone, left on the table, started ringing loudly. Before I could see who it was, he quickly grabbed it, as if worried I might see.

My hand dropped open, and the cake fell to the floor with a soft thud. The ringtone kept going, sharp and insistent. In his rush to silence it, he accidentally answered the call.

"Alpha," a soft female voice, choked with tears, floated through the air. I looked up at him, catching a brief flash of panic in his eyes. He quickly lowered the volume to almost inaudible and composed himself, his Alpha aura flickering for a moment before he regained control. He mouthed to me, pointing at the screen, "It’s a colleague," then hurried toward the balcony with the phone in hand, his movements stiff and unnatural.

I sat there, frozen, the crumbs of the cake scattered at my feet. My wolf stirred within me, a low growl of warning I couldn’t ignore. *He’s lying,* she whispered, her voice sharp with distrust. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. This wasn’t the first time he’d lied to me, but it was the first time I’d heard her voice so clearly.

The balcony door slid shut behind him, muffling his words but not the tension in the air. I stared at the closed door, the title "Luna" echoing in my mind like a cruel joke. I wasn’t his Luna, not truly. Not when he was out there, whispering reassurances to another she-wolf while I sat here, broken and alone.

The bitterness in my heart grew heavier, and for the first time, I wondered if the Moon Goddess had made a mistake. Or if I had.

I watched his retreating figure, the Alpha aura that always surrounded him now feeling like a weight pressing against my chest. My wolf stirred uneasily in the back of my mind, but I silenced her with a sharp mental command. Now wasn’t the time.

I didn’t follow him. Instead, I stood there, staring at the honey cake smashed on the floor, now nothing more than crumbs. It felt like an omen for our future, for the mate bond that was crumbling faster than the cake beneath my feet.

About ten minutes later, Timothy returned after finishing his call. I was just throwing the cake into the trash. He looked at me, his dark eyes filled with a hint of regret, though I wasn’t sure if it was for me or the situation.

"My Luna," he began, his voice soft but carrying the authority of an Alpha, "there was something urgent. You didn’t get to try the cake."

I smiled softly, my voice light, though my wolf growled faintly in protest. "It’s alright. It’s covered in dirt now, might as well toss it."

He stood there, hesitant, his broad shoulders tense and his expression conflicted. Even in moments like this, his presence was commanding, the kind that made lesser wolves avert their gaze. But I wasn’t a lesser wolf—I was his Gamma, his mate, and I refused to let him see me falter.

Understanding, I asked, "Is something wrong? Pack emergency?"

With an apologetic tone, he replied, "There’s an issue with a project for the pack. A Delta was in tears over it, and I need to handle it right now." He added, "I’ll bring you another cake when I get back."

He spoke in his usual soothing manner, his demeanor unchanged, but the faint scent of rosemary—something I didn’t recognize as mine—lingered on him. My wolf bristled at the unfamiliar fragrance, but I kept my expression calm.

Teasingly, I said, "Do your packmates call you Tim?"

He froze for a moment, his smile faltering, and my wolf let out a low whine in my mind. I could feel the mate bond trembling, as if it knew something I wasn’t ready to face.

Waving my hand dismissively, I said, "Just kidding. Go on, don’t let me keep you."

Clearly relieved, he quickly put on his coat and rushed out the door, his Alpha aura leaving a void in the room. Once Timothy left, I hailed a cab to follow his car. The driver was a nice guy named Paul, a Delta from our pack who recognized me immediately.

When I mentioned following the car ahead, he readily agreed, his friendly demeanor putting me at ease despite the storm brewing inside me.

Curious, he asked casually, "Is that your Alpha in the car up front?"

I paused for a second before responding, "My mate."

Sensing my mood, he immediately understood and reassured me, "Don’t worry, Gamma Iliana. We won’t lose him." His use of my title was a subtle reminder of my rank, but right now, it felt hollow.

As we drove, I kept my eyes fixed on Timothy’s car, my heart pounding in sync with my wolf’s restless pacing. Whatever lay ahead, I knew one thing for certain—this wasn’t just about a cake anymore. This was about the bond I thought was unbreakable, the future I had dreamed of, and the Alpha who was slipping further away from me with every passing moment.

The car finally stopped in front of a bakery, its name etched into my memory. It was the same bakery Timothy had adored for the past couple of years, the one we used to visit together, sharing spiced honey cakes and dreams of the future. As soon as he reached the entrance, a figure darted out toward him, flitting into his arms like a butterfly.

She looked just as she did in the photos—young, vibrant, and cheerful. Her laughter carried across the street, and I felt my chest tighten. Timothy, my mate and the Alpha of the Moonlight Pack, gently ruffled her hair, his touch tender in a way that once belonged only to me. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck, playful and intimate, as if she were teasing him. He tapped her nose affectionately, a smile spreading across his face, the kind of smile I hadn’t seen in months. And then, she rose on her tiptoes and kissed him eagerly.

The pain was sharp, cutting through me like a blade. Six years of shared dreams, of whispered promises under the moonlight, of a bond that was supposed to be unbreakable—it all felt like it was crumbling in that moment. My wolf stirred within me, a low whimper echoing in my mind, but I pushed her down, refusing to let her feel the depth of my hurt. A lump formed in my throat, and tears spilled down my cheeks despite my best efforts to hold them back.

Paul, the Delta cab driver, turned to me, his expression sympathetic. He handed me a tissue, his voice awkward but kind. “Come on, Gamma Iliana, don’t let it get you down. My own mate left me years ago because she thought I wasn’t strong enough to provide. For a month, I lived on nothing but bread rolls and water. But look at me now—I’m doing just fine.”

His attempt to console me, though well-meaning, did little to ease the ache in my chest. Still, I appreciated his kindness. “Thank you, Paul,” I said, my voice trembling as I wiped my tears. Stepping out of the car, I took a deep breath, the cool air hitting my face like a slap.

The bakery stood there, a place that once held so many sweet memories now tainted by betrayal. I could still hear their laughter, see the way she clung to him, her Omega scent—vanilla and something floral—mingling with his Alpha’s commanding presence. It was a stark reminder of how far we’d fallen from the love we once shared.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought to steady myself. This wasn’t just about me anymore. It was about the mate bond we’d once cherished, the promises we’d made, and the future we’d built together—only to have it shattered by his deceit. My wolf growled softly, her pain mirroring my own, but I silenced her with a sharp thought. This was my burden to bear, not hers.

With one last glance at the bakery, I turned away, my heart heavy but my resolve firm. I wouldn’t let this break me. I couldn’t. Not when I still had so much to fight for.