The disrespected Luna

Ciara POV

My werewolf husband had cheated on me.

The thinking of this hit me before the scene fully registered, like my heart already knew the truth even while my eyes begged for denial.

I stood outside the CEO private room, my fingers curling slowly around the cold edge of the doorframe. The hallway wasn't always quiet ..but was too quiet today. The kind of silence that passes through your ears and makes every of your breath fill wrong.

The door was not completely close there is a hole just enough to see through the narrow opening, I saw him.

My own husband. The man who has promised me the heaven and earth during our college days or 5years ago when we got married

The man I had loved for more than 5years.

He was standing close to another woman no, not just a woman. A female werewolf. Her back was to me, her long blonde hair spilling down her shoulders like silk. She was laughing softly, her body tilted toward him in a way that felt intimate, practiced.

Too familiar.

My chest tightened.

Then his hand lifted.

Slowly.

Tenderly.

His fingers slid into her hair, threading through the blonde strands the same way he used to do with mine when he thought I was asleep. The same way he did when he wanted me to feel safe. Wanted me to feel chosen.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

He leaned closer.

His lips brushed her neck.

Once.

Twice.

My stomach lurched violently.

That was it.

That was the moment something inside me cracked.

Just as he had once done to me.

I placed a hand over my mouth, fearing that the sound of my breathing would betray me. My legs would not budge, as if my heels were nailed to the floor beneath me.

I couldn't look away.

Even though I wanted to.

Even though my vision blurred.

As a human, I should not feel the physical pain of a cheating husband. I had been told that many times before by some other pack members, by elders, even some humans . Since humans can't experience the same pain as ware wolf when they are betrayed or got their heart broken.

But that didn't mean I felt nothing.

Because the sight of him with her made my throat hot and my stomach hurt until I can breathe again...It felt like my insides were folding in on themselves and my soul is leaving me

Five years.

Five years of my life fell into pieces right there in that hallway.

Memories flashed through my mind without mercy. our first meeting, his warm smile, the promise in his eyes when he told me I was his wife , even though I was human. The nights I waited alone while he attended pack meetings. The whispers behind my back. The looks that said I didn't belong here

And yet, I stayed.

I fought.

I believed.

An inner voice laughed bitterly inside my head.

How clueless and ignorant can you be Ciara

A human trying to hold onto a werewolf's heart forever.

My nails bite deep into the flesh of my palm as my throat tightened painfully. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe, to stay upright.

I won't weep not will I cried at least not here, not like this, i refuse to be weak

Inside the room, the woman shifted closer to him, her voice low but playful.

"Nelson," she said softly, dragging the word out. "Someone might see."

He chuckled.

That sound.

That familiar sound.

"There's no one around," he replied easily. "And even if there were, who would dare say anything?"

The confidence in his voice felt like a slap to me, I felt invisible, Little, disappointed, disrespected, disposable and Replaceable. All these emotion in one thought

My heart pounded so loudly I was sure they could hear it. My knees trembled, threatening to give out, but I forced myself to stand straight. I would not collapse in a hallway like a discarded house wife

The woman lift her head up, her fingers resting against his chest. "What about your wife ?" she asked, her tone light, careless.

Time seemed to slow.

This was it.

This was where he would explain. Where he would defend me. Where he would say my name.

He paused for only a second.

Then he said, "She doesn't need to know."

The words sliced clean through me.

Didn't need to know.

As if I were nothing more than an inconvenience. A detail. A mistake he intended to keep hidden.

My vision blurred completely now, tears finally spilling over despite my effort to stop them. I brushed them away quickly, angrily.

Don't fall now Ciara

*You are still his beautiful wife

Even if it no longer felt true.

The woman smiled, satisfied. Are you sure?"

He nodded. "I'll handle it."

I almost laughed.

Handle it.

As if five years of marriage, loyalty, and sacrifice were just a problem on a list.

My stomach turned violently, and I leaned back against the wall, my body trembling from head to toe. My chest hurt with every breath, sharp and shallow, like my lungs no longer knew how to work properly.

I wanted to run.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to burst into that room and demand answers I already knew.

But my feet stayed rooted.

Cowardice or shock i didn't know which one hold me in that moment.

Another memory rose uninvited.

The day I became Nelson wife

The pack watching me with unreadable expressions. Some curious. Some hostile. Some openly mocking. A human wife. What a joke ?

But he had held my hand tightly that day and whispered, "I choose you now and forever "

I closed my eyes.

The empty promise hurt deep and worse than the betrayal.

Inside the room, movement shifted again. The woman laughed softly, her body pressing closer to his.

I couldn't watch anymore.

I straightened slowly, wiping my face one last time. My reflection in the dark wall looked pale, hollow-eyed, but there was something else there too. Dicission to leave him

If he thought I would quietly disappear, he was wrong.

After what felt like an eternity, I lifted my trembling hand.

My knuckles hovered inches from the door.

I hesitated.

Once.

Twice.

Then I knocked.

The sound echoed loudly in the hallway.

Inside the room, everything froze.

Footsteps shuffled.

The door opened wider.

He turned.

Our eyes met.

For a brief second, shock flashed across his face with his pure, unfiltered panic. His hand dropped from the woman's hair immediately, as if burned.

"Ciara?" he said.

My name sounded strange on his lips now.

I looked past him, my gaze flicking briefly to the woman behind him. She shocked , her expression unreadable, even her eyes carried a spark of challenge rather than shame.

I lifted my chin.

My voice came out calm, even though my heart was falling apart inside me.

"The annual meeting," I said quietly. "They're waiting for you, sir

Hmmm there was few minutes silence between us before he finally spoke . "I'll be there shortly."

I nodded once and unable to speak because I didn't trust myself enough to say another word

Because if I spoke one more word, I might finally fall apart so I turned and walked away. Every step i took was a calculated movement measured and controlled so that I couldn't fall even as my soul screamed in pain.

I did not run.

I did not cry.

Not yet.

But as I disappeared down the hallway, one truth echoed clearly in my mind:

This marriage has end

And I need to find my way out

Ciara POV

After some minute the ceo find his way to the conference room and follow was his mistress flora the young beautiful wolf he been taking around lately. The company meeting went well nothing much was discuss apart from the ongoing project handling by me and except Nelson glaring at me the whole time and putting on his strong alpha face which I'm less concerned about or better still not my problem anymore.

I headed home after the meeting

The driving back home feel like a dream , as I was looking at myself from somewhere far above. Both hands stayed steady on the steering wheel and both eyes fixed on the road, but within me, all was falling apart in slow motion. Why i kept telling myself one thing over and over. The voice in my head kept saying

Get out before you lose yourself.

By the time I finally reached the house, the sun was already sinking, painting the sky in soft orange and red. Normally, I loved evenings like this. They used to make me feel safe...Like this place..this house that I thought will always be my my home.

But right now, it felt like a cage.

As I walked inside silently, slipping off my shoes, and stood there for a moment in the hallway. The familiar house smelled . Furniture and electric A small trace of wolf musk.

My chest hurt my breath stop for a seconds , but I forced myself to keep moving.

I went straight to the my personal room and pulled out a stack of files I had prepared weeks ago and the company financial reports, land agreements, business contracts. Papers I had handled faithfully as the his wife. As his assistant. As the human who tried too hard to belong.

Hidden neatly beneath them was another document.

Divorce papers.

My fingers trembled as I slipped them back into place. Calm down, don't break as I said to myself

I needed him calm.

Unaware.

Time passed slowly. Too slowly.

When the front door finally opened, I felt it before I heard it.

His presence.

The house seemed to react to him, the air thickening, shifting. Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. He didn't call my name. He never did these days.

Instead, he went straight to his home office. And after a moment i went to knock on the door The door closed.

A moment later, his voice came through the wood.

"Come in

Deep.

Husky.

Controlled.

The same voice that once whispered promises into my ear at night.

My fingers buried deep my flesh. around the files, knuckles turning white. I took a slow breath, careful not to let my emotions leak out. Other pack members could sense distress. Wolves were sensitive to changes in energy, scent, even heartbeats.

As a human married to the Alpha of the longwei wolf pack, I had learned how to hide myself well.

Too well.

I pushed the door open.

He was standing behind his desk, loosening his tie, his jacket tossed over the chair. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing strong forearms marked faintly with old battle scars. He looked tired.

Or maybe satisfied.

I forced myself into a practiced smile.

The one I had worn for years.

I walked closer, stopping at his side, careful not to inhale too deeply.

I didn't want to smell her on him.

But it was already there.

Faint.

Lingering.

Mocking me.

"Busy?" I asked lightly. Too lightly. "I have some documents that need your signature."

My question was rhetorical. I had already placed the files in front of him, flipping them open to the marked pages. My movements were smooth, efficient. Perfect.

The perfect Alpha's wife.

Still performing, even as my heart slowly turned to stone.

He glanced down at the papers, then at me.

"Now?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied. "They're time sensitive."

A pause.

He studied my face, his sharp wolf eyes narrowing slightly. For a second, my heart jumped.

Does he know?

But then he looked away.

"Fine."

He picked up the pen and signed.

One page.

Then another.

The sound of the pen scratching against paper felt unbearably loud.

I stood there, hands folded in front of me, posture straight, breathing controlled. Inside, my thoughts screamed.

This man touched another woman today.

This man kissed her.

This man came home to me like nothing happened.

"Are you angry ?" he asked suddenly, still not looking at me focusing on his phone and messages coming up

The question caught me off guard.

"No," I said after a beat. "I wasn't angry ." But just want to commit murder

He frown swiftly before returning back to normal .

Flora is like a sister to me and nothing else . so you should quit your drama . I could feel his attention shift back to me. I could sense the subtle change in his posture, the way his shoulders tensed.

"Is something wrong?" I asked. I didn't ask you what your relationship with her

As I met his gaze calmly. I lie.

and he accepted it.

Because he wanted to.

He leaned back against the desk, arms crossing over his chest. "You've been quiet lately."

"I've been busy," I answered. "Managing pack affairs. Preparing reports. Supporting you."

My tone was polite.

Neutral.

He frowned slightly. "You don't have to do everything alone."

I almost poisoned him to dead if not for self control

But instead, I said, "I know."

Another silence.

This one stretched longer.

He stepped closer.

Too close.

I could feel his warmth, his scent wrapping around me. My stomach twisted violently, but I stayed still.

"Ciara," he said, lowering his voice. "You know how much I Love you and how much you mean to me

I looked up at him then.

Really looked.

At the man I had loved for five years.

At the husband who had chosen another woman while I waited.

At the Alpha who thought I would stay silent forever.

My lips curved slightly.

"Of course," I said softly. "You're my husband."

Something flickered in his eyes.

Guilt?

No.

Annoyance.

He stepped back.

"I have a meeting later," he said. "I'll be out tonight."

Of course you will.

"I understand," I replied.

He nodded once, already mentally gone.

I gathered the signed files carefully, making sure the hidden papers remained unseen. As I turned to leave, his voice stopped me.

"Ciara."

I paused.

"Yes?"

He hesitated, then said, "You trust me, right?"

The question felt like a knife pressing against my ribs.

I turned slowly.

Met his eyes.

And smiled.

"I did," I said.

Past tense but he

didn't notice.

I walked out of the office without another word, closing the door gently behind me.

Only when I reached the bedroom did my composure finally crack.

I locked the door.

Then I slid down against it, my back lay on the wood as a silent sob tore out of my chest. I covered my mouth with both hands, shaking violently, my body folding in on itself.

The pain was unbearable now.

Hot.

Sharp.

Real.

I pressed my forehead to my knees, tears soaking into my clothes.

How did I become this woman?

The woman who smiled while dying inside.

The woman who handed her cheating husband documents with steady hands.

The woman who loved a wolf who no longer chose her.

I cried until my chest hurt.

Until my throat burned.

Until there were no tears left.

When the storm finally passed, I wiped my face slowly and stood up. My reflection in the mirror startled me.

Red eyes.

Pale skin.

But beneath it all-

Resolve.

I walked to the dresser and pulled out the hidden envelope.

Divorce papers.

I laid them flat on the bed.

This was no longer about love.

This was about survival.

If I stayed, I would disappear.

If I stayed, I would break.

I straightened my shoulders.

I will leave on my own terms.

And this time I would not look back.

,

After hiding the divorce file where no other person could see it . I walked slowly toward my wardrobe.

because there wasn't enough strength left in me to rush.My body felt exhausted, Weak like something important had been pulled out of me and never replaced. By the time I reached the bed, my legs gave in. I collapsed onto the mattress and let out a long and heavy breath I didn't even realize how I was holding up

The room was quiet.

I put my hand at the stack of files under my bed, I reached out and pulled one document from the file the divorce papers. My key to freedom

My hands were shaking as I open the pages one by one. I stopped at the last one where I saw Nelson's signature that he just signed on the paper

His name sat there boldly, written with confidence. The same strong handwriting he used when signing pack documents, land deals, and contracts that shaped the future of the whole clan

I traced his name slowly with my fingertip. A bitter smile show at my lips.

He is still clumsy, so careless.

Memories flooded through my mind without warning me

I remembered Nelson in high school, standing by the highschool gate, refusing to move an inch until I agreed to talk to him. I remembered the way he smiled at me like I was something precious.

"I don't care that you're human," he had told me, voice full of certainty."The wolf Goddess doesn't make mistakes. You're meant for me." And I believed him.

I remembered how fiercely he pursued me. How proud he was to call me his. How he promised, again and again, that I was his one true mate . even without a wolf bond.

"I choose you," he whispered the night he proposed. "Now and always."

My chest tightened.

Then another memory followed.

Helen. Nelson mother.

Her eyes had been cold the first time she saw me. Sharp. Measuring. Like she was already judging how long I would last.

She even move close and quietly said to me ,ordinary ware wolf might claim to mate just to one lady for life, but an Alpha male will never be satisfied with just one woman. Especially not with ordinary human. But

I had stood my ground then

"You're wrong," I said, my voice shaking but firm. "Nelson is different. Our bond is different."

The memory hurt now.

Because I had been so sure that I'm really So foolish.

He wasn't different.

He was exactly what her mother warned me about.

He cheated with a younger wolf girl, careless enough to think I wouldn't notice. He enjoyed it, the secrecy, the vibe, the power of having two women tied to him.

He took her on his business trip and parading her as the new princess and than brought her back here.

Into my home.

My fingers tightened into the bedsheets as the truth settled deeper into my chest.

Slowly, I picked up my phone and took a clear photo of his signature.

I sent it to Helen , he signed it I whispered

Nothing more, No explanation.

No emotion.

A week ago, we had met privately.

No pack members. No witnesses.

She wanted this divorce handled quietly. She didn't want gossip. Didn't want whispers about her Alpha son being married to a human.

She wanted me gone.

In return, I demanded twenty million dollars.

"One month," I told her calmly. "Then I disappear from his life completely."

She stared at me for a long time before agreeing.

Now, it was real.

One more month.

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts.

My body stiffened.

Quickly, I hid the divorce papers and smoothed the bed. I wiped my face and forced my expression into something calm.

"Come in," I said.

The door opened.

Henry stepped inside.

Nelson's Beta assistant.

He carried himself with respect, holding a gold-plated box carefully in his hands.

"Mrs. Ciara," he said politely. "Your husband asked me to give this to you."

He placed the box on my desk.

I walked over and opened it.

Inside was a diamond set.

Beautiful.

Rare.

Expensive.

I stared at it without feeling anything good.

Instead, my mind betrayed me.

I saw her again.

The short-haired girl.

Wrapped in a bathrobe.

Laughing softly as she held up a similar diamond necklace while Nelson kissed her neck.

Soft lights.

Messy sheets.

Fresh marks on her skin.

My stomach twisted violently.

I swallowed hard.

The bitterness rose in my throat, but I pushed it down. Just

One more month, I reminded myself.

Just one.

Henry cleared his throat. "The Alpha picked it himself," he added. "It's one of a kind. I hope you'll love it... and cherish it."

I looked up slowly.

Met his eyes.

"Thank you, Beta Henry," I said softly.

Then, after a pause, I added quietly,

"It's just that his loyalty isn't one of a kind."

Henry froze.

For a brief moment, his face showed shock. He clearly understood what I meant, even though he pretended not to.

"I... I don't understand," he said carefully.

"I know," I replied.

Silence stretched between us.

Then he bowed his head slightly."Excuse me, Mrs. Ciara."

I nodded.

The moment he left, my shoulders sagged.

I picked up my phone and contacted a luxury resale brand. I arranged for the diamond set to be sold.

Every penny would go to the orphanage outside pack territory which also belongs to my lawyer friend that I have been supporting all the time.

If this marriage was built on lies, I would leave nothing behind that carried his name or guilt.

Later that night, the house was silent.

Nelson didn't come to the bedroom.

I wasn't surprised.

I lay on my side, staring at the dark wall, listening to my own breathing.

No tears came.

I was empty now.

And in that emptiness, I found something I hadn't felt in a long time.

Clarity.

I was no longer his wife in my heart.

Only on paper.

And paper could be destroyed.

One more month.

Then I would leave

Not broken.

But free.