The council chamber had never felt so suffocating. Ancient stone walls that once represented strength and tradition now seemed to press in on me as I faced the semicircle of pack elders, their weathered faces etched with concern. The weekly pack meeting had started normally enough—territory reports, resource allocations, the mundane business of pack leadership. But I hadn't come here for mundane business.

I had come for answers.

"Oscar," I said, my voice cutting through Elder Thomas's droning report about border patrols. The room fell silent, every head turning toward me with barely concealed shock. Lunas didn't interrupt council meetings. Lunas sat quietly, offered input when asked, maintained the graceful dignity expected of their position.

But I was done being graceful.

Oscar's jaw tightened, his Alpha instincts immediately sensing the challenge in my tone. "Remi, this isn't the time—"

"When is the time?" I stood from my chair, the scrape of wood against stone echoing in the sudden stillness. "When is the time to discuss why you requested contraceptive herbs from our pack healer for someone named Eliana Bryant?"

The elders exchanged glances, their discomfort palpable. Elder Margaret's eyes widened, while Thomas cleared his throat awkwardly. This was pack business they hadn't been privy to, and the tension in the room ratcheted up several degrees.

Oscar's face flushed, but his voice remained steady. "That's pack medical business, Remi. Not appropriate for—"

"Not appropriate?" My wolf stirred beneath my skin, lending steel to my voice. "Your mate asking about herbs you requested for another she-wolf isn't appropriate? Or is it that your lies are finally catching up with you?"

"Enough." The word cracked through the air like a whip, and I felt the full force of Oscar's Alpha authority slam into me. His eyes flashed with the golden dominance of his wolf, and every instinct in my body screamed at me to submit, to lower my gaze, to bare my throat in apology.

But I didn't.

The shock on his face when I held his stare was almost worth the crushing weight of his Alpha command pressing against my consciousness. Around us, the elders shifted uncomfortably, caught between their Alpha's authority and the unprecedented sight of their Luna refusing to submit.

"You will not question pack business in this forum," Oscar continued, his voice carrying the full weight of his bloodline's power. "This is not for Luna interference."

The phrase hit me like a physical blow. *Luna interference.* As if my concerns about my own mate's fidelity were somehow an intrusion into pack affairs. As if three years of proving myself, of rising from Omega to Luna, meant nothing when it came to my right to truth.

"Luna interference?" I repeated, my voice dangerously quiet. "Is that what you call a mate asking for honesty?"

Oscar's hands clenched at his sides, his wolf clearly agitated by my continued defiance. "Remi, stand down. Now."

But I was beyond standing down. The scent of jasmine perfume from his birthday celebration still haunted my memory, and Sarah's revelation about the contraceptive herbs burned in my chest like acid. "No. I won't stand down while you lie to my face and expect me to smile and play the perfect Luna."

The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Elder Thomas half-rose from his seat, clearly torn between intervening and staying out of what was rapidly becoming a mate dispute played out in front of the entire council.

"That's enough!" Oscar's roar filled the chamber, his Alpha presence exploding outward like a shockwave. When he spoke again, his voice carried the absolute authority of pack law. "You are banished from the pack house. Tonight. Your behavior is unbecoming of a Luna, and I will not tolerate this... hysteria in my council chamber."

The words hit me like ice water. Banished. From my own home. From the pack house I had fought so hard to call mine.

Elder Margaret gasped audibly, while Thomas's face went pale. Banishing a Luna from the pack house was virtually unheard of—a public humiliation that spoke of serious marital discord.

But I wouldn't give Oscar the satisfaction of seeing me break. Not here. Not in front of the elders who had watched me claw my way up from Omega status.

"Fine," I said, my voice steady despite the chaos in my chest. "But this conversation isn't over, Oscar. The truth has a way of coming out, whether you want it to or not."

I turned on my heel and walked toward the chamber doors, my spine straight and my head high. Behind me, I could hear the uncomfortable shuffling of the elders, the weight of unspoken questions hanging in the air like smoke.

As I reached for the door handle, Oscar's voice followed me, cold and final. "Don't come back until you remember your place."

I paused, my hand on the ancient bronze handle, and looked back at him one last time. The man I had loved, had fought to be worthy of, had given three years of my life to. He stood there in his Alpha authority, surrounded by confused elders, looking every inch the powerful leader he'd been born to be.

But I saw something else in his eyes now. Something that looked almost like fear.

"My place," I said quietly, "is wherever I choose to make it."

And with that, I walked out of the council chamber, leaving behind the whispers and the weight of Oscar's authority, carrying nothing but my dignity and the growing certainty that my marriage was already over.

Phoebe's apartment had become my sanctuary over the past week. The familiar scent of vanilla candles and her grandmother's old quilts wrapped around me like a protective cocoon as I sat curled on her oversized couch, nursing my third cup of coffee. The banishment from the pack house still stung, but here in Phoebe's space, I could think clearly without Oscar's Alpha presence clouding my judgment.

"I've been making calls all morning," Phoebe said, pacing across her living room with her phone pressed to her ear. Her Beta training showed in the way she moved—purposeful, controlled, like a predator tracking prey. "Yes, I'll hold."

She'd been at this for hours, working through her extensive network of contacts across multiple packs. Her Beta family connections ran deep, and she'd cultivated relationships during training sessions and pack gatherings that now proved invaluable. I watched her pace, admiring the fierce loyalty that had made her risk her own standing to help me.

"Thank you," Phoebe said into the phone, her tone sharp with frustration. "No, I understand. If you hear anything, please let me know." She ended the call and turned to me, her expression grim. "That was my contact in the Crescent Moon Pack leadership. Remi, they've never heard of an Eliana Bryant."

The coffee cup trembled in my hands. "What do you mean?"

"I mean she doesn't exist in their pack records. Never has." Phoebe's voice carried the weight of certainty. "I've spoken to three different sources now—their Beta, their record keeper, even someone who's lived there for twenty years. No Eliana Bryant has ever been registered as a pack member."

The implications hit me like a physical blow. If Eliana wasn't from the Crescent Moon Pack, then everything Oscar had told me was a lie. The alliance meetings, the diplomatic necessity—all fabrications to cover his betrayal.

"She's lying about her pack affiliation," I whispered, the pieces clicking into place. "But why would Oscar—"

A sharp knock at the door cut me off. Phoebe and I exchanged glances, both of us tensing. Few people knew I was staying here, and unexpected visitors rarely brought good news.

Phoebe opened the door to reveal Luna Margaret Ward—Oscar's mother, her silver hair perfectly coiffed and her posture radiating the authority of a former Luna. She swept into the apartment without invitation, her cold blue eyes immediately finding me on the couch.

"Remi," she said, her voice carrying decades of pack authority. "We need to talk."

I set down my coffee cup and stood, my spine straightening instinctively. Margaret had never liked me, barely tolerating my rise from Omega to Luna. Now, with her son's marriage in crisis, her disapproval radiated from her like winter frost.

"Luna Margaret," I replied carefully. "What brings you here?"

Her laugh was sharp and humorless. "What brings me here? My son's mate has publicly humiliated him, been banished from the pack house, and now hides away like a petulant child instead of fulfilling her Luna duties."

Phoebe stepped forward, her Beta instincts flaring. "With respect, Luna Margaret, Remi was defending her right to truth in her own marriage."

"Truth?" Margaret's eyes flashed with disdain. "The truth is that Alphas have needs beyond what one mate can provide. A proper Luna understands this. She gracefully accepts her Alpha's chosen companions for the strength of the pack."

The words hit me like a slap. "Chosen companions? You're talking about Oscar's affair like it's pack policy."

"It is pack tradition," Margaret replied coldly. "Alphas have always taken additional mates when necessary. Your problem, Remi, is that you're too proud for your former station. An Omega who became Luna should be grateful for what she has, not demanding more than she deserves."

The casual cruelty of her words—the reminder of my origins, the implication that I should accept betrayal as the price of my position—ignited something fierce in my chest. My wolf stirred, no longer the submissive creature she'd been during my Omega years.

"What I deserve," I said, my voice steady despite the fury building inside me, "is honesty from my mate. Respect from my pack. And the dignity that comes with the position I earned through three years of service."

Margaret's smile was cold as winter. "Earned? You think spreading your legs for my son earned you anything? You were a charity case, Remi. A pet project. And now you're destroying everything with your selfish demands."

Phoebe stepped between us, her own wolf rising to meet the challenge. "That's enough. You need to leave."

But Margaret wasn't finished. "Mark my words, girl. If you continue this path—if you force a rejection ceremony—you'll lose everything. Your status, your home, your place in this pack. And for what? Pride? You'll end up exactly where you started. Alone. Worthless. Omega."

She turned and swept toward the door, pausing only to deliver one final blow. "A wise Luna would apologize to her Alpha and accept his choices. But then again, wisdom was never your strong suit."

The door slammed behind her, leaving Phoebe and me in stunned silence. But Margaret's words, meant to break me, had done something else entirely. They'd crystallized my resolve.

I walked to Phoebe's desk and opened my laptop, my fingers steady as I accessed the pack's financial records—access I still retained as Luna. If Oscar was lying about Eliana's identity, what else was he hiding?

The numbers told a story that made my blood run cold. Jewelry purchases from high-end boutiques. Designer clothing orders. Restaurant charges from the city's most expensive establishments. All charged to pack accounts, all dated within the past six months.

All for someone who supposedly didn't exist in any pack records.

"Phoebe," I said quietly, my voice steady with newfound determination. "I think we need to dig deeper."