While I was Abducted, the Alpha was with My Half-sister

“I want to end my marriage with Alpha Ethan,” I told the elder, my voice steady despite the ache in my chest. “And I want to step down as Luna of Foreland Pack.” He looked at me with worry in his eyes, urging me to reconsider, but my mind was made up. There was nothing left to salvage. Three weeks ago, I was abducted by our rival pack. They called Alpha Ethan again and again, demanding he come for me. He never answered. He never showed. Instead, they tossed me into a den full of rogues like I was nothing. I would’ve died there if not for a young child who took pity on me and led me to safety. That same night, Ethan was in the pack house—with Farah. My half-sister. In his alpha quarters. The place that used to be ours. I looked the elder in the eye and said, “I’m sure. I don’t want to be Luna anymore. I don’t want to belong to this pack, or to him.” That night shattered the last bit of hope I had. I once loved Ethan with everything I had. I married him despite the fact we weren’t fated. I took on the Luna title with pride, believing it meant something. But love isn’t meant to be one-sided, and betrayal has a way of cutting deeper than any claw. This time, I would rather walk away.