Rejected Luna's Final Escape

Yet, he chose to keep Valentina, the legitimate daughter who had caused his injury and forced me into this mating by deceit.

He said: “She’s my sister. Keeping her is to preserve my bond with the Jackson family.”

But what came after?

Night after night, he would enter her chambers under the guise of “punishment.”

I hid beneath the window, listening to her breathless moans and his low, muffled curses.

Their tangled love and hate were like a dull knife, carving into my heart day after day.

I knew I stood no chance against her.

So, I forced myself not to care.

For the sake of the pup in my womb, I endured.

Until the day Valentina forced me to drink the concoction that ended the three-month life growing inside me.

That was when I finally snapped.

I was still foolish enough to think I held a place in Phillip’s heart.

With my claws unsheathed, I stormed into the pack hall, pressing my sharpened nails against my own neck.

I wanted him to send her away.

But he only looked at me coldly, his eyes devoid of the warmth they once held.

His voice was calm, as if he were discussing something trivial.

He said: “If it weren’t for Valentina taking my place that night, she would have been my mate.”

Her lies were flimsy, yet he believed them.

Even cruelly, he told me: “The one I’ve always loved is her.”

He said he remembered my kindness, that he’d make me the only Luna.

But from that day on, he never smiled at me again.

Blood trickled down my neck, yet he acted as if he didn’t see it.

When he turned to leave with Valentina in his arms, the hem of his coat brushed against my dress, leaving no trace of warmth behind.

When Mabel handed me a glass of water, my hands still trembled as I reached for it.

The water soothed my throat, washing away the metallic taste of blood.

But the sharp pain only made me more awake.

They all thought I was desperate when I chose to end my life.

What they didn’t know was that I had already prepared my exit.

Before I entered this world, I had met the original owner of this body.

She didn’t want to be a pawn in this world and handed her body to me.

She also told me that if I ever wanted to leave, I only needed to die in this world after finding the heirloom her mother had left behind.

In the past, because I loved Phillip, I never touched the silver pendant after finding it, leaving it in his care.

I thought I’d never need to reclaim it.

But I didn’t expect this day would come so soon.

Now, the pendant was clutched tightly in my hand, its smooth surface warming my palm.

Three-Day End—a poison that would take my life in three days.

Soon, everything I had in this world would vanish.

And I would be going home.

Seeing my silence, Mabel left the painkillers she had saved up for me, slipping away before the overseer could scold her.

I felt a flicker of warmth in my heart and used my last connections to secure her a safe and well-paying position.

At least she wouldn’t suffer the same fate as my other loyal packmates, who had all been killed by Valentina.

After taking care of everything, I swallowed the poison.

The liquid slid down my throat, bringing a faint warmth.

But soon, the burning in my chest and stomach consumed me.

I didn’t react, only steadied myself against the table.

My eyes fell on the pile of belongings in the dresser.

Among them were the tiny paw-print patterned shoes I had sewn just days ago.

As my fingers traced the uneven stitches, I couldn’t help but remember Phillip clumsily assembling a cradle beside me.

He had smiled, saying:

“If it’s a male pup, I’ll teach him to run and fight.

If it’s a female pup, she’ll be my most beloved princess.”

His eyes had been so tender, but in an instant, that tenderness shattered into nothing.

Wiping away my tears, I placed everything I had prepared for the pup into the cradle and lit a candle.

As the flames licked at the fabric, I watched the ashes drift out the window.