The Alpha's Discarded Luna

My marriage with Darius was arranged by our elders, but even before that, we already loved each other.

However, everything crumbled when he brought his mistress and the fruit of his adultery home.

"Did you get the room beside ours ready?" Darius asked again.

"Let her stay in our room. It’s more comfortable there," I said without looking at him.

“Luna, I... I can’t stay in your bedroom...” she butt in.

“You’re carrying his child. You’ve shared his bed already. Surely, a bedroom isn’t where you draw the line,” I replied.

I turned to walk away when Darius grabbed my arm.

"What’s with your attitude? If Sasha gets too emotional, it might harm the baby," he snapped.

My jaw clenched. That tone, that protectiveness, used to be mine. Now he was shielding someone else. From me.

I walked to the kitchen, shoulders sagging, heart sinking. This was our anniversary. But not this year. I can’t endure anymore.

So one night, I placed the divorce papers on his table.

I was done being a servant and I would never come back.