On the way back to the pack, I complained to Raiden about Giovanna pushing me to the ground.

He accused me of faking it for sympathy and sent me to the rogue lands for "training."

Two years of hardship left me emaciated, barely clinging to life.

I thought he would come to take me back, but instead, he dragged me out to donate blood for Giovanna.

"Two years of training haven’t humbled you yet? Still playing the victim!"

"Giovanna is severely anemic, and you’re the only one with a matching scent in the entire pack. If you delay and make her condition worse, you’ll regret it!"

He didn’t listen to my explanations and forced me into the car.

He didn’t know that two years in the rogue lands had left me with a rare illness. I had only a month left, and forcibly donating blood would cut that down to five days.

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Raiden dragged me into the hospital, his aura cold and unyielding. Not a single word of concern passed his lips.

"Doctor! I’ve found a donor for Giovanna!"

When he looked at me, the urgency on his face vanished, replaced by a cold detachment.

"Do whatever the doctor tells you. If you behave, I might consider letting you stay in the pack house."

I gave a bitter smile and nodded numbly.

I wasn’t agreeing because I still held onto some foolish hope of returning to him.

I was just tired.

Two years in the rogue lands, starving, freezing, and kneeling in the snow to copy the Pack Laws had worn me down to nothing.

I had no strength left to fight.

Raiden eyed me suspiciously, staying close as if to ensure I wouldn’t cause trouble.

The blood draw, the tests, the needles piercing my skin—I didn’t even flinch.

I used to be terrified of pain. Five years ago, when the pack faced a deadly virus, Raiden brought me here for a check-up.

Back then, he stood beside me, his aura full of worry.

Now, his eyes were filled with nothing but cold scrutiny.

After the blood draw, I was so weak I could barely stand. My voice was hoarse as I said,

"Can I go now?"

The moment I spoke, my legs gave out, and I collapsed toward the floor.

Raiden’s eyes widened, and he instinctively reached out to catch me.

"Why are you moving around so much right after donating blood?!"

His tone softened slightly when he felt how frail my arms were. "Fine, I brought some soup. Stay in the hospital for a few days. Don’t cause any trouble."

For a moment, I thought I saw a glimpse of the Raiden I once knew.

But that brief warmth vanished instantly.

"Raiden, why are you still here? I want you to stay with me."

Giovanna’s sweet voice called out as she approached us.

Raiden immediately let go of me, putting distance between us.

He naturally took Giovanna’s arm, his aura full of concern.

"You should be resting. I was just making sure she donated the blood you need."

Giovanna clung to his arm, her eyes scanning me from head to toe, feigning surprise.

"Michaela, you look so… unwell. Did the rogue lands treat you poorly?"

Giovanna was dressed in an elegant gown, her scent radiating confidence.

I wore tattered clothes, my face gaunt and pale, a far cry from the Luna I once was.

The bitterness in my heart was overwhelming. I was Raiden’s mate, yet he and Giovanna looked like the perfect pair.

I forced a weak smile, my voice laced with sarcasm.

"You know exactly why I’m like this, don’t you?"

I knew all about the money she’d sent to the rogue lands to make my life there a living hell.

She stepped back, hiding behind Raiden and pretending to be hurt.

"Raiden, does Michaela blame me for something? Is she still angry about two years ago when I saved your mother from her?"

At the mention of two years ago, Raiden’s aura darkened. He shielded Giovanna, his voice low and furious.

"Michaela! If it weren’t for Giovanna, my mother would have died because of you two years ago! Two years of training, and you still haven’t learned your lesson?!"

"Let me make this clear! I’ll never forgive you for what you did two years ago. The only reason I keep you around is to watch you suffer!"

The hospital staff turned to stare at me, their eyes filled with disdain.

As Raiden stormed off, Giovanna’s smug scent followed.

I finally understood. Because of what happened two years ago, there was no going back for us.

Two years ago, Raiden Morrison and I were the epitome of a perfect couple in the Silver Moon Pack.

We were deeply in love, and I was carrying his child.

We were eagerly anticipating the arrival of our baby when Raiden’s mother, Meredith Clark, fell seriously ill.

At the time, Raiden was overwhelmed with his responsibilities as Alpha, so I volunteered to return to our hometown to care for his mother.

It was during my time there that I discovered Giovanna Kelley had been tampering with Meredith’s medication.

This was the reason her condition never improved.

I confronted Giovanna with the evidence, but she shrugged it off, saying,

“What else could I do? Raiden is always so busy in the city. This was the only way I could get him to come back and see me.”

Giovanna had always harbored feelings for Raiden, but he had never reciprocated.

Enraged, I demanded she stay away from Meredith.

But to my horror, she had bribed the pack’s healer to switch Meredith’s medication.

As Meredith’s condition worsened, Raiden was forced to leave his duties and return home.

I was about to tell Raiden the truth about Giovanna’s actions when she spun a web of lies.

“Alpha,” she said, her voice dripping with false concern, “I overheard Michaela arguing with your mother. She said Meredith was a burden, that she wished she were gone so she wouldn’t have to care for her anymore.”

Raiden was skeptical at first, but when the healer backed up Giovanna’s claims, his trust in me began to erode.

I tried desperately to explain, to salvage what was left of our bond, but the evidence was stacked against me.

Though he never explicitly accused me, I could feel the distance growing between us.

Our five-year relationship shattered the day Giovanna pushed me into the river during a pack gathering.

My cries for help brought Raiden running, and he dove in to save me.

But it was too late—our child was gone.

Before I could even grieve, Giovanna presented a falsified medical report.

“Alpha,” she cried, “she lied to you! She was never pregnant! She faked it just to manipulate you!”

Raiden’s face darkened as he stared at the report.

All the frustration and anger he had been holding back erupted.

“Michaela,” he growled, his Alpha tone cutting through me like a knife, “how many times? How many lies? I’ve reached my limit with you!”

Before I could respond, a commotion broke out in the packhouse.

Meredith had ingested a tonic that reacted lethally with her medication. She didn’t survive.

And that tonic—it was the one I had brought that afternoon, hoping to mend things between Raiden and me.

After that, the pack turned against me.

Whispers of my guilt spread like wildfire, and no one stood up for me.

Giovanna took full advantage of the chaos, ingratiating herself with Raiden.

At Meredith’s funeral, Giovanna made sure to humiliate me.

When I tried to defend myself after she shoved me, Raiden silenced me with a cold glare.

“Enough,” he said, his voice laced with Alpha authority.

He exiled me to the rogue lands, stripping me of my rank as Luna and casting me out of the pack.

For two years, I endured the harsh life of a rogue, clinging to the hope that Raiden would uncover the truth and take me back.

But now, as I stand here, I realize the truth:

What we had is gone, and it has been for a long time.

1. **"Tonic"** -> Replace with "herbal remedy" to better fit the modern werewolf context.

2. **"Pack gathering"** -> Replace with "pack run" to align with werewolf social events.

3. **"Medical report"** -> Replace with "healer's assessment" to reflect the role of the pack healer.

4. **"River"** -> Replace with "forest stream" to emphasize the natural setting of the werewolf world.

5. **"Hometown"** -> Replace with "pack territory" to better fit the werewolf pack structure.

Two years ago, Raiden Morrison and I were the epitome of a perfect couple in the Silver Moon Pack.

We were deeply in love, and I was carrying his child.

We were eagerly anticipating the arrival of our baby when Raiden’s mother, Meredith Clark, fell seriously ill.

At the time, Raiden was overwhelmed with his responsibilities as Alpha, so I volunteered to return to our pack territory to care for his mother.

It was during my time there that I discovered Giovanna Kelley had been tampering with Meredith’s medication.

This was the reason her condition never improved.

I confronted Giovanna with the evidence, but she shrugged it off, saying,

“What else could I do? Raiden is always so busy in the city. This was the only way I could get him to come back and see me.”

Giovanna had always harbored feelings for Raiden, but he had never reciprocated.

Enraged, I demanded she stay away from Meredith.

But to my horror, she had bribed the pack’s healer to switch Meredith’s medication.

As Meredith’s condition worsened, Raiden was forced to leave his duties and return home.

I was about to tell Raiden the truth about Giovanna’s actions when she spun a web of lies.

“Alpha,” she said, her voice dripping with false concern, “I overheard Michaela arguing with your mother. She said Meredith was a burden, that she wished she were gone so she wouldn’t have to care for her anymore.”

Raiden was skeptical at first, but when the healer backed up Giovanna’s claims, his trust in me began to erode.

I tried desperately to explain, to salvage what was left of our bond, but the evidence was stacked against me.

Though he never explicitly accused me, I could feel the distance growing between us.

Our five-year relationship shattered the day Giovanna pushed me into the forest stream during a pack run.

My cries for help brought Raiden running, and he dove in to save me.

But it was too late—our child was gone.

Before I could even grieve, Giovanna presented a falsified healer's assessment.

“Alpha,” she cried, “she lied to you! She was never pregnant! She faked it just to manipulate you!”

Raiden’s face darkened as he stared at the report.

All the frustration and anger he had been holding back erupted.

“Michaela,” he growled, his Alpha tone cutting through me like a knife, “how many times? How many lies? I’ve reached my limit with you!”

Before I could respond, a commotion broke out in the packhouse.

Meredith had ingested an herbal remedy that reacted lethally with her medication. She didn’t survive.

And that herbal remedy—it was the one I had brought that afternoon, hoping to mend things between Raiden and me.

After that, the pack turned against me.

Whispers of my guilt spread like wildfire, and no one stood up for me.

Giovanna took full advantage of the chaos, ingratiating herself with Raiden.

At Meredith’s funeral, Giovanna made sure to humiliate me.

When I tried to defend myself after she shoved me, Raiden silenced me with a cold glare.

“Enough,” he said, his voice laced with Alpha authority.

He exiled me to the rogue lands, stripping me of my rank as Luna and casting me out of the pack.

For two years, I endured the harsh life of a rogue, clinging to the hope that Raiden would uncover the truth and take me back.

But now, as I stand here, I realize the truth:

What we had is gone, and it has been for a long time.

After the blood draw, I could feel my strength plummeting rapidly.

Just two more days, and I’ll be free.

I had no money, and the pack healer refused to take me in, so I curled up in a dilapidated shack in the rogue lands.

I counted down the hours until death would come, never expecting to see Giovanna before the end.

She stumbled into the remote shack with a man, his voice laced with mockery.

“Giovanna, everyone in the pack knows Alpha Raiden treats you like a Luna because he thinks that child in your belly is his!

“Do you think he’d still care if he found out the child is mine?”

I laughed bitterly to myself. Giovanna’s so-called devotion to Raiden was nothing but a farce.

But Raiden hated me with every fiber of his being, and I had no intention of getting involved.

I closed my eyes, feigning indifference, but suddenly a shadow loomed over me.

Giovanna stood there, her gaze cold and calculating.

“What did you hear?” she demanded, her voice sharp.

I turned my face away, my tone icy.

“What do you think, Giovanna? Raiden’s not a fool. Do you really think he won’t figure out you’ve been unfaithful?”

She crossed her arms, smirking with disdain.

“Unfaithful? He hasn’t marked me yet. Why should I stay loyal to him?

“I just don’t understand, Michaela. Why does someone as lifeless as you still haunt him? It’s been two years, and he still hasn’t rejected you!”

I replied flatly,

“He’s only keeping me around to punish me.”

The words cut deeper than I cared to admit, each syllable a dagger to my heart.

Giovanna’s eyes gleamed with mischief.

“Then let me help you. I’ll make sure he rejects you. He’ll have no choice but to let you go.”

I glared at her, ready to retort, but she suddenly turned and jumped into the nearby river.

She called out to the man, “Go get Raiden! Tell him what happened here, and I’ll make sure you’re rewarded!”

The man nodded eagerly and sprinted off.

I sensed trouble and tried to leave, but my body was too weak.

I hadn’t eaten in three days since the last blood draw. Just standing made me dizzy, and I stumbled after a few steps.

Then I heard the splash of someone diving into the water.

I turned to see Raiden pulling Giovanna out of the river.

Blood was seeping from her abdomen as she sobbed into his chest.

“Raiden, it was Michaela... She threatened me, told me to leave you! I only tried to reason with her, but she attacked me!”

Raiden cradled her, his voice calm but firm.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take you to the healer. You and the pup will be fine.”

A moment later, his gaze shifted to me, filled with hatred and disgust.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself this time?”

Two years ago, when Meredith died, I had already said everything I could.

What else was there to say?

I shook my head, a bitter smile on my lips.

“No, nothing at all.”

His eyes narrowed, a storm of rage brewing within them. He barked,

“Michaela is under arrest for attempted murder! Giovanna’s lost too much blood and needs a donor. Take her to the healer! Once Giovanna’s stable, I’ll personally hand her over to the Lycan King’s enforcers!”

I looked down at my trembling arms.

Personally hand me over to the enforcers?

He wouldn’t get the chance.

I wouldn’t live long enough for that.