"Does it matter? I saw the pictures, Noah. You’ve been keeping this from me, haven’t you?"

The silence returned,  he didn’t say anything. And then, from the background, I heard Sabrina’s voice, a soft, innocent tone that made my blood boil. "C’mon Noah, we need to take more pictures with the baby's scan.”

Noah's next words were cruel. "Willow, don’t do this. Not now. We have the ceremony tomorrow. Just—"

"There won’t be a ceremony," I cut him off, my voice icy. "I reject you, Noah. I reject you as my mate and as my Alpha."

I hung up, my heart pounding, this was the end. I wasn’t going to stand by and let him manipulate me, not anymore. He could have his mistress and their unborn child. I wouldn’t be the Luna in a pack built on lies.

***

I moved quickly, throwing my belongings into a suitcase. I didn’t need to stay and wait for his excuses or his anger. I was done. But before I could make it out the door, the sound of tyres screeching in front of the Packhouse echoed through the night. 

I glanced out the window and saw Noah’s car pull up, Sabrina seated smugly beside him. A fresh wave of disgust washed over me as I watched them. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.

Steeling myself, I stepped outside, suitcase in hand. 

Noah’s gaze met mine the moment I appeared. There was no warmth in his gaze, only the cold, calculating look of an Alpha used to getting his way. He stepped out of the car, leaving Sabrina seated inside. For once, she looked nervous, her hands wringing in her lap as she watched us.

"Willow, what the hell is this?" Noah’s voice was a low growl, filled with frustration. "Tomorrow is your Luna ceremony. You can’t just walk away now."

I met his gaze coldly. "I know about the baby, Noah. Sabrina’s pregnancy." I motioned toward the car, where Sabrina’s eyes darted between us, wide with shock.

Noah stiffened, "It’s not what you think," he started, but I cut him off.

"Then what is it? Tell me how it’s any different from the truth I’ve already seen with my own eyes!" My voice rose, "You’ve chosen her. So why should I stand by and be your Luna?"

"Willow, this isn’t what you think," he repeated, more forcefully this time. "Sabrina is part of the pack. She—"

"I don’t care what role she plays in your life," I interrupted again, my voice hardening. "She’s pregnant, Noah. That’s not something you can explain away with your authority or pack duty."