My Luna Accused Me of Treason to Protect Her Lover

The silver burns were still healing when they came for me.

I was in my quarters—the small room off the barracks that had been mine since I took the Head Enforcer position. Spartan. Clean. Everything I owned fit in a single duffel bag, because I'd learned in the war that attachments were liabilities.

The door slammed open. Beta Garrett stood there with four warriors behind him, faces I'd trained myself. Wolves I'd bled beside.

"Kendrick Harris." Garrett's voice was formal, distant. "You're under investigation for treason."

Ash surged in my chest, confused and snarling. "What?"

"Documents were found in your quarters. Patrol routes. Territory maps. All marked with Rogue symbols." He wouldn't meet my eyes. "Livia discovered them during a spiritual cleansing."

Of course she did.

"Those aren't mine." I kept my voice level even as rage built in my throat. "Search the room. You won't find anything because I didn't—"

"We already searched." Garrett stepped aside, and Livia swept in like she owned the place. She held a folder, and even from across the room, I could smell Jax's scent all over it.

"I had a vision," she announced, loud enough for the warriors in the hallway to hear. "The Moon Goddess showed me betrayal, showed me documents hidden in darkness. I came here to pray for guidance, and I found these."

She opened the folder. Patrol schedules in my handwriting—or a damn good forgery. Territory maps with notes in the margins. Rogue pack symbols circled in red.

"I never wrote those." My hands clenched at my sides. "Livia, you know I would never—"

"I don't know anything anymore." Her voice cracked, and fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. Academy Award performance. "The wolf I thought I knew died in that war. What came back is something else. Something dangerous."

Ash howled inside me, a sound of pure anguish that made my ribs ache.

"The handwriting matches," Garrett said quietly. "And the information is accurate. If these routes had reached the Rogues..."

He didn't finish. Didn't need to. We all knew what would've happened.

"I want a formal investigation." I forced the words out through clenched teeth. "Scent analysis. Timeline verification. There are ways to prove—"

"The Luna has spoken." The Elder's voice cut through the room like a blade. She stood in the doorway, leaning on that silver-tipped cane. "Her visions have never been wrong. The Moon Goddess has revealed your treachery, Kendrick Harris."

"This is insane." I looked at Garrett, at the warriors I'd trained. "You know me. You know I would die before I'd betray this pack."

Silence. They wouldn't look at me.

"Strip him of his title," the Elder commanded. "Confine him to quarters pending Alpha Marcus's judgment."

Garrett stepped forward, and I saw the apology in his eyes even as he reached for the silver enforcer's badge on my chest. The one I'd earned through blood and sacrifice.

It came away with a soft click.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "But orders are orders."

They left me there with two guards posted outside my door. Left me with nothing but the clothes on my back and the growing certainty that I'd been fighting for the wrong thing all along.

I sat on the edge of my cot as the sun set, feeling the mate bond pulse weakly in my chest. It used to feel like warmth, like home. Now it was just poison, slowly killing everything good in me.

Ash whimpered, confused and hurt. *Pack turned on us. Mate betrayed us. Why?*

Because we were never the hero in their story. We were just the weapon they used until we became inconvenient.

I pulled out my phone—they hadn't thought to take it yet—and scrolled through my contacts. Found the number I'd saved years ago, back when Commander Thorne had offered me a position in the Obsidian Shadow Pack's elite unit.

I'd turned him down then. Chose love over ambition. Chose Livia over everything.

My thumb hovered over the call button.

Outside my window, I could hear the pack gathering for evening meal. Laughter and conversation, the sound of wolves who felt safe because I'd made them safe. And now they thought I was the threat.

The mate bond pulsed again, sickly and wrong. Like a wound that wouldn't heal.

I pressed call.

Thorne answered on the second ring. "Kendrick Harris. Didn't expect to hear from you."

"I need to talk about that transfer offer." My voice came out rough. "Is it still available?"

A pause. Then: "What happened?"

"Everything." I closed my eyes, feeling Ash curl up tight in my chest. "Everything happened."

"I'll send a convoy." No questions. No judgment. Just immediate action. "Three days. Can you hold out that long?"

I looked at the guards outside my door. At the pack that had turned their backs. At the mate bond slowly strangling my wolf.

"I'll find a way."

I ended the call and deleted the number from my recent calls. Then I lay back on the cot and stared at the ceiling, counting the hours until I could finally leave this nightmare behind.

Ash stirred weakly. *What about mate? What about bond?*

I touched my chest where Livia's mark should've been. Where five years of loyalty and sacrifice had earned me nothing but betrayal.

"There is no bond," I whispered to the empty room. "There never was."

And for the first time since I'd discovered we were mates, Ash didn't argue.