Mated by the Moon, Betrayed by the Heart

"How dare you talk about my parents, Ruby!" he growled, his voice harsh. "You do not deserve to discuss them. Besides, I am not here to visit you. I am here to discuss our divorce. I am marrying Ashlee soon."

The words were like a dagger, sharp and cutting, but I forced myself to remain calm. I had expected that after all.

My heart might have broken, but I refused to show it. I could not let him see me crumble.

"I see," I said quietly, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside me. "Let’s break the ties then, so you two can be together openly in the future."

The words left my lips with calmness, but beneath the surface, my heart twisted with pain and unwillingness.

Even though I had known for so long that Alexander would never truly be mine, some small part of me had still hoped that, one day, he would see me for who I really was.

But that day would never come. He had chosen Ashlee, just as he always had.

However, his response was not what I expected.

"This is not a discussion where you can immediately decide the answer, Ruby," he snapped. "We will talk about this later, when you have calmed down and recovered."

I shook my head, keeping my voice firm. "No, I am calm right now. I know exactly what I am saying. I, Ruby Stafford, break…."

"Stop it!" Alexander barked, his sudden anger making me freeze.

The intensity of his outburst left me momentarily confused.

Why was he so upset? Wasn't that what he wanted? To be free of me, to marry Ashlee?

But why did his eyes flared with fury when I was about to say it?

"If I say we will discuss it later, then it will be later!" he growled, his voice a mixture of command and frustration.

Without waiting for a reply, he stormed out of the room.

Ashlee was still clinging to him, her crocodile tears flowing as she pretended to be the wounded one.

As soon as the door slammed shut, I let out a growl of frustration. I was furious.

I grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it as hard as I could at the door, the soft thud doing little to ease my rage.

I sat there, fuming, when I noticed something odd.

The door was being guarded by Alexander’s subordinates at that time.

“What is this?” I thought. “Was he afraid I would run away? Did he think I would just slip through his fingers after he refused to let me go?”

"What are you actually thinking, Alex?" I muttered bitterly to myself, confusion mixing with my anger.

*

After I was finally discharged from the clinic, Alexander did not come to pick me up. Instead, his subordinates showed up, their expressions cold and indifferent as they escorted me.

At first, I considered running. But I quickly realized I stood no chance against the men who had been sent to keep me in line.

So, I surrendered, allowing myself to be taken away.

In my mind, I told myself I would escape once we arrived at Munoz Manor. I would slip away, find a way to flee.

But that plan shattered when we pulled up not to the manor, but to a small pavilion, a secluded building with tight security, as if they were escorting a prisoner.

"Why are you bringing me here?" I asked, my tone laced with anger as I glared at the men. "Was that the thing Alex told you?"

They remained silent; their faces devoid of emotion. My question seemed irrelevant to them.

They simply pushed me inside the pavilion and locked the door behind me, leaving me alone.

"Damn it!" I shouted, my anger boiling over.

I slammed my fists against the door, then turned my fury on the household appliances, knocking over chairs and hurling objects across the room.

The sound of shattering glass filled the space as I released my rage.

The noise should have drawn Alexander’s attention, because not long after, the door opened, and there he stood, arms crossed, his expression cold and unmoved.

"Are you done acting crazy, Ruby?" he asked, his voice dripping with condescension.

I smirked, still holding a vase in my hand. "Do you want me to break this vase over your head?"

He did not flinch. "Go ahead. If it will calm you down, do it."

Alexander was aware that Poppy, my wolf, would not allow me to harm my mate, no matter how angry I was. That was the only reason he was so bold.

Instead, I threw the vase to the floor, the shards scattering across the room.

Almost immediately, maids rushed in to clean the mess I had made, and Alexander simply sat on the sofa, watching me like I was a spectacle put on for his amusement.

"Sit," he commanded, his Alpha voice filling the room, making me bristle.

I could have resisted, since I had the strength to push back against his Alpha aura, but I was too tired running from him and fighting him. In the end, I obeyed and sat.

He leaned back on the sofa, his posture relaxed, his eyes studying me like I was a puzzle to solve.

"Ruby, I have no intention of breaking up with you. If you agree to my marriage with Ashlee, you can remain Luna of the Graycrest Pack. Everything will continue as usual. Nothing will change."

I stared at him in disbelief, my lips curling into a sneer. "So, who is the mistress in this scenario? Me or Ashlee?"