The twilight sky bled from purple to indigo as I made my way along the eastern border of our territory. This patrol route had always been my favorite—the way the last light caught on the river, the scent of wild honeysuckle that reminded me of simpler times. Tonight, though, I walked it alone. Ethan had stopped joining me for evening patrols three days after Olivia's arrival.

Lyra paced restlessly within me. *Something's wrong. Smell the air.*

I paused, lifting my chin to catch the scents carried on the evening breeze. Pine, earth, the musk of a deer that had passed through recently, and—my heart clenched—Ethan's familiar scent mingled with Olivia's cloying sweetness.

Following the scent trail, I moved silently through the underbrush until voices drifted to me from a small clearing ahead. I shouldn't eavesdrop. It was beneath my dignity as Luna. And yet, I found myself crouching behind a thick oak, my breath held tight in my chest.

"You're a natural at this," Ethan's voice, warm with approval in a way I hadn't heard directed at me in weeks. "Most wolves take months to establish a mind-link this strong."

Olivia's tinkling laugh floated through the air. "Maybe we just have a special connection."

"Maybe we do," Ethan agreed, his voice dropping lower.

I pressed my hand against the rough bark, steadying myself as Lyra howled in outrage within me.

"Try again," Ethan urged. "Focus on directing your thoughts only to me."

A moment of silence followed, then Ethan chuckled. "Yes, exactly like that. You're incredible, Olivia."

"Can you send one back to me?" Her voice was breathless with excitement. "Something... private?"

Another pause, then Olivia giggled—a high, delighted sound. "Ethan! I can't believe you just called me that."

"Called you what?" he asked, his voice teasing.

"*Mate*," she whispered, the word hanging in the air between them like a knife to my heart.

I backed away, unable to bear another moment. Ten years. Ten years we'd been mated, and Ethan had established a private mind-link with this stranger in less than a month—something he and I had struggled with for years. The intimacy of it, the betrayal, burned like acid in my veins.

*He never calls us that anymore*, Lyra whimpered. *Not since she came.*

It was true. The endearment that had once been reserved only for me now fell from his lips for another.

* * *

The weekly pack council meeting was held in the great hall of our pack house, a room Ethan and I had designed together when we first established the Moonstone Pack. Carved wooden panels depicted our journey from struggling omegas to powerful leaders. Once, those images had filled me with pride. Now they felt like mockery.

I took my seat at Ethan's right, the position of Luna, though he barely acknowledged my presence. Olivia sat directly across from me, her eyes downcast in a performance of modesty that fooled everyone but me.

"The Silver Creek Pack has reported rogues crossing through the northern ridge," Marcus reported, spreading a map across the table. "They're requesting permission to pursue these rogues across our shared border."

I leaned forward, studying the map. "This is a delicate situation. If we grant unlimited access, we risk setting a dangerous precedent."

"What do you suggest, Luna?" Marcus asked, his respect evident in his tone.

"A joint patrol," I said confidently. "We send three of our wolves with three of theirs. It maintains our territorial sovereignty while showing good faith to an ally."

Murmurs of approval rippled around the table. This was the kind of diplomatic solution I'd become known for—the reason many neighboring packs preferred to negotiate with me rather than Ethan.

"Actually," Olivia's soft voice cut through the murmurs, "I think that's a mistake."

All eyes turned to her in surprise. She had never spoken during council before.

"The Silver Creek Pack is testing our resolve," she continued, her voice gaining strength. "My former pack used similar tactics before launching larger incursions. We should deny their request entirely and double our own patrols."

I stared at her in disbelief. "That would damage a decade-long alliance over what is likely a minor issue."

"Olivia has experience with these situations," Ethan interjected, his tone dismissive of my concerns. "I think her approach has merit."

"With all due respect, Alpha," I said, fighting to keep my voice steady, "I've negotiated every treaty this pack has. The Silver Creek Alpha is honorable. This aggressive stance would—"

"Enough," Ethan cut me off, his eyes flashing gold. "We'll follow Olivia's recommendation. Marcus, arrange for additional patrols along the northern border. Deny the Silver Creek request."

The Beta's eyes flicked between us, clearly uncomfortable with the tension, but he nodded. "Yes, Alpha."

I sat back, humiliation burning through me. Never before had Ethan so publicly dismissed my counsel in favor of an outsider's. The other council members avoided my gaze, embarrassed on my behalf.

Across the table, Olivia's lips curved in a small, satisfied smile.

* * *

Later that evening, I made my way to the Alpha quarters to retrieve the treaty documents I needed to review. I'd been spending more nights in my private study lately, unable to bear the growing distance between Ethan and me in our shared bed.

I pushed open the door and froze. My desk—the antique mahogany piece that had been my first purchase as Luna—was half-empty. My carefully organized files had been pushed to one side, the space filled instead with Olivia's belongings: a silver hairbrush, a collection of perfume bottles, and a journal bound in soft leather.

"What is this?" I whispered to the empty room.

The bathroom door opened, and Ethan emerged, his hair damp from a shower. He stiffened when he saw me.

"I needed my treaty files," I said, gesturing to the desk. "Why are Olivia's things here?"

"She needed space for her belongings," he replied, not meeting my eyes. "Your study has plenty of room for your documents."

"This is our bedroom," I said, my voice rising despite my efforts to remain calm. "Our private space. And you're moving my things out to make room for her?"

"Don't overreact," Ethan snapped. "It's just a desk."

"It's not just a desk!" The words burst from me. "It's my place in our home. My position as your Luna. Everything I've built with you for ten years!"

Ethan's aura flared suddenly, the powerful wave of Alpha dominance filling the room, pressing down on me like a physical weight. "I said, don't overreact."

Lyra whimpered inside me, instinctively submitting to the Alpha's command. I felt my shoulders slump, my head bow slightly—a physical response I couldn't control.

"You've never used your Alpha aura against me before," I whispered, the realization more painful than any physical blow could have been.

For a moment, something like regret flickered across Ethan's face. Then his expression hardened again. "I wouldn't have to if you weren't being unreasonable. Olivia needs our support right now."

"And what about what I need?" The question hung in the air between us, unanswered.

Ethan turned away, dismissing me without words. "I have patrol reports to review. Close the door on your way out."

I gathered my treaty files with trembling hands and left the room that had once been our sanctuary. In the hallway, I leaned against the wall, struggling to breathe through the tightness in my chest.

*He's not just slipping away*, Lyra growled within me. *He's pushing us away.*

As if summoned by my thoughts, Olivia appeared at the end of the hallway, a small overnight bag in her hand. Our eyes met, and this time she didn't bother with her mask of innocence. Her smile was predatory, triumphant.

"Goodnight, Luna," she said sweetly, slipping past me into the room I had just left—the room that should have been mine alone to share with my mate.

The door closed behind her with a soft click that echoed in my heart like a death knell.

The eastern border patrol was supposed to be routine. Ethan had assigned me to escort Olivia, claiming she needed to learn our territory boundaries. I knew better—this was another opportunity for them to be together, with me as the unwilling chaperone.

We moved silently through the dense forest, the afternoon sun filtering through the canopy. Olivia walked slightly ahead, her honey-blonde hair catching the light. Every few minutes, she would glance back at me with that practiced innocent smile.

"Luna Claire," she called sweetly, "is this where the rogues were spotted last month?"

"No," I replied curtly. "That was the northern ridge."

Lyra growled within me. *She knows that. She's testing us.*

I kept my senses alert, scanning the trees and underbrush. Something felt wrong. The forest was too quiet—no birds, no small creatures rustling in the leaves.

"We should head back," I said, the hairs on my neck rising. "It's getting late."

Olivia turned to me, her expression suddenly sharp. "But we've barely covered half the border."

That's when I caught it—a subtle flick of her wrist, a movement so quick I almost missed it. In the same moment, a low growl emanated from the trees to our right.

Three massive rogues emerged from the shadows, their eyes wild with bloodlust, teeth bared. This was no chance encounter. This was an ambush.

"Run!" I shouted to Olivia, pushing her behind me as I faced the rogues. I could have left her—Goddess knows a part of me wanted to—but I was still Luna. I still had my duty.

The largest rogue lunged at me. I dodged, but not quickly enough. His claws raked across my side, tearing through flesh. Pain exploded through my body, hot and sharp. I stumbled but remained standing between the rogues and Olivia.

"Claire!" Olivia's scream sounded genuinely terrified, though something in her scent told me otherwise.

I partially shifted, my hands becoming claws, teeth elongating into fangs. Blood soaked my shirt, but I couldn't focus on that now. The rogues circled us, waiting for me to weaken.

"Stay behind me," I ordered Olivia, my voice strained with pain.

The second attack came from two sides. I managed to slash one rogue across the muzzle, sending him reeling back with a yelp, but the other caught my leg, his teeth sinking deep into my calf. I cried out, falling to one knee.

That's when Ethan's howl split the air. He burst into the clearing in full wolf form, massive and black, his Alpha aura radiating power. The rogues immediately backed away, cowering before his dominance.

"LEAVE!" His Alpha command thundered through the forest, impossible to disobey. The rogues scrambled away, disappearing into the trees as quickly as they had appeared.

I collapsed fully now, the adrenaline fading, leaving only searing pain. Blood pooled beneath me, too much blood. Through blurring vision, I watched as Ethan shifted back to human form and rushed forward—past me, straight to Olivia.

"Are you hurt?" he demanded, his hands frantically checking her for injuries.

"I'm fine," she whimpered, clinging to him. "Claire protected me."

Only then did Ethan glance at me, his eyes widening as he finally registered my wounds. "Claire..."

I tried to speak, but darkness was creeping in at the edges of my vision. The last thing I saw was Ethan lifting Olivia in his arms while I lay bleeding on the forest floor.

* * *

I awoke to the bitter scent of healing herbs and the throbbing pain of untreated wounds. Elara's healing den was dimly lit, the walls lined with shelves of potions and dried plants. The elderly healer bent over me, her ancient eyes filled with concern as she pressed a poultice to my side.

"The wounds are deep, Luna," she murmured. "Without a healing elixir, they will scar badly."

I nodded weakly. The door opened, and Ethan entered with Olivia close behind him. His face was drawn with worry, but I couldn't tell if it was for me or for the trembling she-wolf at his side.

"Elara," he said urgently, "do you have any healing elixir left?"

The old healer straightened, her expression grave. "Just one vial, Alpha. I was saving it for the Luna."

Ethan's gaze darted between me and Olivia. I saw the conflict in his eyes, but it lasted only a moment. He took the vial from Elara's gnarled hand and turned to Olivia.

"Here," he said softly. "Take this. You're in shock."

Olivia's fingers closed around the vial, her eyes meeting mine over Ethan's shoulder. There was no mask now, only triumph as she drank the elixir that should have been mine.

The pain in my body was nothing compared to the agony in my heart. Ethan had made his choice, clear as the moon on a cloudless night.

"I'll be fine," I whispered, though no one was listening.

Ethan led Olivia from the healing den without looking back. As the door closed behind them, I heard voices in the corridor—pack members who had gathered upon hearing of the attack.

"Did you see that?" someone whispered. "He gave the elixir to her."

"Over his own Luna," another replied. "He chose the newcomer while his mate bleeds."

I closed my eyes, tears sliding silently down my temples into my hair. Lyra howled in anguish within me, the sound echoing through my soul.

*He's made his choice*, she whimpered. *And it wasn't us.*

As Elara continued to tend my wounds with ordinary herbs and bandages, I made a choice of my own. This would be the last time Ethan Montgomery would ever make me feel like I wasn't enough.