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"Claire, are you really sure?" Mr. Davis pushed up his glasses, his tone tinged with surprise. "The company values you highly; they even hinted at a promotion next quarter at the last senior management meeting." I sighed, expressing my genuine regret. But I still sincerely told him that my husband's work focus had completely shifted to Chicago, and I didn't want a long-term separation, as it wouldn't be good for our child's development. "You know how important a stable, loving family environment is for a child's mental and physical health." Mr. Davis nodded, a hint of sympathy flashing in his eyes. "Indeed. Well then, I wish you all the best in Chicago." Walking out of the HR department, I subconsciously glanced in the direction of the marketing department. Behind the glass door of the break room, Richard was pouring coffee. His dark gray custom-made suit perfectly outlined his tall figure, the silver cufflinks gleaming coldly under the light. He was still as perfect as a work of art. Although legally, this work of art was my closest partner. Yet, he was also the person who hated me the most in the world. I was just about to go in and ask him if he was free this afternoon to attend our son Leo's school play performance. I didn't expect him to be involved the whole time, but Leo had rehearsed for this performance for a whole month, eagerly anticipating his appearance every day. The moment our eyes met, his gaze instantly turned cold, and he frowned slightly, seemingly extremely displeased by my presence in his work area. He picked up his coffee and was about to turn away when, almost simultaneously, his young assistant, Chloe, walked in smiling, her fingers casually hooking the hem of his suit jacket: "Richard, there are a few parts of this proposal I don't quite understand..." "Hmm, come to my office in a bit." His voice immediately softened, and he even leaned down slightly to listen to her. That patience and gentleness left me feeling choked with emotion. I stopped, watching their retreating figures. My phone suddenly vibrated; it was a voice message from Leo. "Mom, is Dad coming today? I'm playing Peter Pan today, and I really want him to see me fly!" My vision blurred for a second. Through the glass of the corridor, Richard was gently tidying Chloe's hair, which had been ruffled by the air conditioning. Although I had already guessed the outcome, I still sent a text message: "There's a play at school this afternoon, and Leo is the lead. Can you come and watch?" There was no reply for a long time. I closed my eyes. I should have known. He doesn't love me, so how could he possibly have any feelings for our child? But soon, everyone will be relieved. In the school auditorium, Leo, wearing a beautiful cape, stood on tiptoe, peering through the velvet curtain at the audience. "Mom, is Dad here?" I knelt down to adjust his tie, trying to make my voice sound relaxed and natural: "Dad had an emergency board meeting, but he asked Mom to record the whole thing. He'll definitely watch it tonight." The light in Leo's eyes dimmed, but only for a moment. The next second, he smiled brightly: "It's okay! Mom is enough here!" My six-year-old son had already learned to read people's expressions, even knowing how to comfort me by pretending to be happy. I hugged him tightly. I'm sorry, it's my fault. The performance was a great success, and Leo shone brightly on stage. Afterwards, he received a "Best Little Actor of the Year" award from his drama teacher—a portable neck massage pillow. He excitedly hugged the box and rushed into my arms: "Mom! This is perfect for Dad! He always complains about his neck hurting when he looks at reports on the computer!" My heart clenched. No wonder he was so happy to receive such a seemingly harmless prize; his mind was filled with thoughts of his father. Back home, I prepared a celebratory pizza and cupcakes for Leo. Leo didn't even take off his costume, still wearing his paper crown, and sat drawing on the coffee table. His little hands gripped the massage pillow tightly, occasionally glancing up at the front door. Seven o'clock in the evening. Nine o'clock. Still no sign of Richard, and my text message remained unanswered. "Mom..." Leo's voice was soft, "Is Dad going to miss my celebration again?" He was clearly on the verge of tears, but he was desperately trying to hold back. I ruffled his blond hair. "Good boy, Daddy's just been too busy." "It's okay!" Leo suddenly laughed, his eyes reddening. "Mom's here with me! Let's eat cake together!" Just as I lit the wish candle on his cupcake, my phone screen lit up—it was an Instagram notification. Chloe had updated her status.
"Claire, are you really sure?" Mr. Davis pushed up his glasses, his tone tinged with surprise. "The company values you highly; they even hinted at a promotion next quarter at the last senior management meeting." I sighed, expressing my genuine regret. But I still sincerely told him that my husband's work focus had completely shifted to Chicago, and I didn't want a long-term separation, as it wouldn't be good for our child's development. "You know how important a stable, loving family environment is for a child's mental and physical health." Mr. Davis nodded, a hint of sympathy flashing in his eyes. "Indeed. Well then, I wish you all the best in Chicago." Walking out of the HR department, I subconsciously glanced in the direction of the marketing department. Behind the glass door of the break room, Richard was pouring coffee. His dark gray custom-made suit perfectly outlined his tall figure, the silver cufflinks gleaming coldly under the light. He was still as perfect as a work of art. Although legally, this work of art was my closest partner. Yet, he was also the person who hated me the most in the world. I was just about to go in and ask him if he was free this afternoon to attend our son Leo's school play performance. I didn't expect him to be involved the whole time, but Leo had rehearsed for this performance for a whole month, eagerly anticipating his appearance every day. The moment our eyes met, his gaze instantly turned cold, and he frowned slightly, seemingly extremely displeased by my presence in his work area. He picked up his coffee and was about to turn away when, almost simultaneously, his young assistant, Chloe, walked in smiling, her fingers casually hooking the hem of his suit jacket: "Richard, there are a few parts of this proposal I don't quite understand..." "Hmm, come to my office in a bit." His voice immediately softened, and he even leaned down slightly to listen to her. That patience and gentleness left me feeling choked with emotion. I stopped, watching their retreating figures. My phone suddenly vibrated; it was a voice message from Leo. "Mom, is Dad coming today? I'm playing Peter Pan today, and I really want him to see me fly!" My vision blurred for a second. Through the glass of the corridor, Richard was gently tidying Chloe's hair, which had been ruffled by the air conditioning. Although I had already guessed the outcome, I still sent a text message: "There's a play at school this afternoon, and Leo is the lead. Can you come and watch?" There was no reply for a long time. I closed my eyes. I should have known. He doesn't love me, so how could he possibly have any feelings for our child? But soon, everyone will be relieved. In the school auditorium, Leo, wearing a beautiful cape, stood on tiptoe, peering through the velvet curtain at the audience. "Mom, is Dad here?" I knelt down to adjust his tie, trying to make my voice sound relaxed and natural: "Dad had an emergency board meeting, but he asked Mom to record the whole thing. He'll definitely watch it tonight." The light in Leo's eyes dimmed, but only for a moment. The next second, he smiled brightly: "It's okay! Mom is enough here!" My six-year-old son had already learned to read people's expressions, even knowing how to comfort me by pretending to be happy. I hugged him tightly. I'm sorry, it's my fault. The performance was a great success, and Leo shone brightly on stage. Afterwards, he received a "Best Little Actor of the Year" award from his drama teacher—a portable neck massage pillow. He excitedly hugged the box and rushed into my arms: "Mom! This is perfect for Dad! He always complains about his neck hurting when he looks at reports on the computer!" My heart clenched. No wonder he was so happy to receive such a seemingly harmless prize; his mind was filled with thoughts of his father. Back home, I prepared a celebratory pizza and cupcakes for Leo. Leo didn't even take off his costume, still wearing his paper crown, and sat drawing on the coffee table. His little hands gripped the massage pillow tightly, occasionally glancing up at the front door. Seven o'clock in the evening. Nine o'clock. Still no sign of Richard, and my text message remained unanswered. "Mom..." Leo's voice was soft, "Is Dad going to miss my celebration again?" He was clearly on the verge of tears, but he was desperately trying to hold back. I ruffled his blond hair. "Good boy, Daddy's just been too busy." "It's okay!" Leo suddenly laughed, his eyes reddening. "Mom's here with me! Let's eat cake together!" Just as I lit the wish candle on his cupcake, my phone screen lit up—it was an Instagram notification. Chloe had updated her status.
"Claire, are you really sure?" Mr. Davis pushed up his glasses, his tone tinged with surprise. "The company values you highly; they even hinted at a promotion next quarter at the last senior management meeting." I sighed, expressing my genuine regret. But I still sincerely told him that my husband's work focus had completely shifted to Chicago, and I didn't want a long-term separation, as it wouldn't be good for our child's development. "You know how important a stable, loving family environment is for a child's mental and physical health." Mr. Davis nodded, a hint of sympathy flashing in his eyes. "Indeed. Well then, I wish you all the best in Chicago." Walking out of the HR department, I subconsciously glanced in the direction of the marketing department. Behind the glass door of the break room, Richard was pouring coffee. His dark gray custom-made suit perfectly outlined his tall figure, the silver cufflinks gleaming coldly under the light. He was still as perfect as a work of art. Although legally, this work of art was my closest partner. Yet, he was also the person who hated me the most in the world. I was just about to go in and ask him if he was free this afternoon to attend our son Leo's school play performance. I didn't expect him to be involved the whole time, but Leo had rehearsed for this performance for a whole month, eagerly anticipating his appearance every day. The moment our eyes met, his gaze instantly turned cold, and he frowned slightly, seemingly extremely displeased by my presence in his work area. He picked up his coffee and was about to turn away when, almost simultaneously, his young assistant, Chloe, walked in smiling, her fingers casually hooking the hem of his suit jacket: "Richard, there are a few parts of this proposal I don't quite understand..." "Hmm, come to my office in a bit." His voice immediately softened, and he even leaned down slightly to listen to her. That patience and gentleness left me feeling choked with emotion. I stopped, watching their retreating figures. My phone suddenly vibrated; it was a voice message from Leo. "Mom, is Dad coming today? I'm playing Peter Pan today, and I really want him to see me fly!" My vision blurred for a second. Through the glass of the corridor, Richard was gently tidying Chloe's hair, which had been ruffled by the air conditioning. Although I had already guessed the outcome, I still sent a text message: "There's a play at school this afternoon, and Leo is the lead. Can you come and watch?" There was no reply for a long time. I closed my eyes. I should have known. He doesn't love me, so how could he possibly have any feelings for our child? But soon, everyone will be relieved. In the school auditorium, Leo, wearing a beautiful cape, stood on tiptoe, peering through the velvet curtain at the audience. "Mom, is Dad here?" I knelt down to adjust his tie, trying to make my voice sound relaxed and natural: "Dad had an emergency board meeting, but he asked Mom to record the whole thing. He'll definitely watch it tonight." The light in Leo's eyes dimmed, but only for a moment. The next second, he smiled brightly: "It's okay! Mom is enough here!" My six-year-old son had already learned to read people's expressions, even knowing how to comfort me by pretending to be happy. I hugged him tightly. I'm sorry, it's my fault. The performance was a great success, and Leo shone brightly on stage. Afterwards, he received a "Best Little Actor of the Year" award from his drama teacher—a portable neck massage pillow. He excitedly hugged the box and rushed into my arms: "Mom! This is perfect for Dad! He always complains about his neck hurting when he looks at reports on the computer!" My heart clenched. No wonder he was so happy to receive such a seemingly harmless prize; his mind was filled with thoughts of his father. Back home, I prepared a celebratory pizza and cupcakes for Leo. Leo didn't even take off his costume, still wearing his paper crown, and sat drawing on the coffee table. His little hands gripped the massage pillow tightly, occasionally glancing up at the front door. Seven o'clock in the evening. Nine o'clock. Still no sign of Richard, and my text message remained unanswered. "Mom..." Leo's voice was soft, "Is Dad going to miss my celebration again?" He was clearly on the verge of tears, but he was desperately trying to hold back. I ruffled his blond hair. "Good boy, Daddy's just been too busy." "It's okay!" Leo suddenly laughed, his eyes reddening. "Mom's here with me! Let's eat cake together!" Just as I lit the wish candle on his cupcake, my phone screen lit up—it was an Instagram notification. Chloe had updated her status.
"Claire, are you really sure?" Mr. Davis pushed up his glasses, his tone tinged with surprise. "The company values you highly; they even hinted at a promotion next quarter at the last senior management meeting." I sighed, expressing my genuine regret. But I still sincerely told him that my husband's work focus had completely shifted to Chicago, and I didn't want a long-term separation, as it wouldn't be good for our child's development. "You know how important a stable, loving family environment is for a child's mental and physical health." Mr. Davis nodded, a hint of sympathy flashing in his eyes. "Indeed. Well then, I wish you all the best in Chicago." Walking out of the HR department, I subconsciously glanced in the direction of the marketing department. Behind the glass door of the break room, Richard was pouring coffee. His dark gray custom-made suit perfectly outlined his tall figure, the silver cufflinks gleaming coldly under the light. He was still as perfect as a work of art. Although legally, this work of art was my closest partner. Yet, he was also the person who hated me the most in the world. I was just about to go in and ask him if he was free this afternoon to attend our son Leo's school play performance. I didn't expect him to be involved the whole time, but Leo had rehearsed for this performance for a whole month, eagerly anticipating his appearance every day. The moment our eyes met, his gaze instantly turned cold, and he frowned slightly, seemingly extremely displeased by my presence in his work area. He picked up his coffee and was about to turn away when, almost simultaneously, his young assistant, Chloe, walked in smiling, her fingers casually hooking the hem of his suit jacket: "Richard, there are a few parts of this proposal I don't quite understand..." "Hmm, come to my office in a bit." His voice immediately softened, and he even leaned down slightly to listen to her. That patience and gentleness left me feeling choked with emotion. I stopped, watching their retreating figures. My phone suddenly vibrated; it was a voice message from Leo. "Mom, is Dad coming today? I'm playing Peter Pan today, and I really want him to see me fly!" My vision blurred for a second. Through the glass of the corridor, Richard was gently tidying Chloe's hair, which had been ruffled by the air conditioning. Although I had already guessed the outcome, I still sent a text message: "There's a play at school this afternoon, and Leo is the lead. Can you come and watch?" There was no reply for a long time. I closed my eyes. I should have known. He doesn't love me, so how could he possibly have any feelings for our child? But soon, everyone will be relieved. In the school auditorium, Leo, wearing a beautiful cape, stood on tiptoe, peering through the velvet curtain at the audience. "Mom, is Dad here?" I knelt down to adjust his tie, trying to make my voice sound relaxed and natural: "Dad had an emergency board meeting, but he asked Mom to record the whole thing. He'll definitely watch it tonight." The light in Leo's eyes dimmed, but only for a moment. The next second, he smiled brightly: "It's okay! Mom is enough here!" My six-year-old son had already learned to read people's expressions, even knowing how to comfort me by pretending to be happy. I hugged him tightly. I'm sorry, it's my fault. The performance was a great success, and Leo shone brightly on stage. Afterwards, he received a "Best Little Actor of the Year" award from his drama teacher—a portable neck massage pillow. He excitedly hugged the box and rushed into my arms: "Mom! This is perfect for Dad! He always complains about his neck hurting when he looks at reports on the computer!" My heart clenched. No wonder he was so happy to receive such a seemingly harmless prize; his mind was filled with thoughts of his father. Back home, I prepared a celebratory pizza and cupcakes for Leo. Leo didn't even take off his costume, still wearing his paper crown, and sat drawing on the coffee table. His little hands gripped the massage pillow tightly, occasionally glancing up at the front door. Seven o'clock in the evening. Nine o'clock. Still no sign of Richard, and my text message remained unanswered. "Mom..." Leo's voice was soft, "Is Dad going to miss my celebration again?" He was clearly on the verge of tears, but he was desperately trying to hold back. I ruffled his blond hair. "Good boy, Daddy's just been too busy." "It's okay!" Leo suddenly laughed, his eyes reddening. "Mom's here with me! Let's eat cake together!" Just as I lit the wish candle on his cupcake, my phone screen lit up—it was an Instagram notification. Chloe had updated her status.
"Claire, are you really sure?" Mr. Davis pushed up his glasses, his tone tinged with surprise. "The company values you highly; they even hinted at a promotion next quarter at the last senior management meeting." I sighed, expressing my genuine regret. But I still sincerely told him that my husband's work focus had completely shifted to Chicago, and I didn't want a long-term separation, as it wouldn't be good for our child's development. "You know how important a stable, loving family environment is for a child's mental and physical health." Mr. Davis nodded, a hint of sympathy flashing in his eyes. "Indeed. Well then, I wish you all the best in Chicago." Walking out of the HR department, I subconsciously glanced in the direction of the marketing department. Behind the glass door of the break room, Richard was pouring coffee. His dark gray custom-made suit perfectly outlined his tall figure, the silver cufflinks gleaming coldly under the light. He was still as perfect as a work of art. Although legally, this work of art was my closest partner. Yet, he was also the person who hated me the most in the world. I was just about to go in and ask him if he was free this afternoon to attend our son Leo's school play performance. I didn't expect him to be involved the whole time, but Leo had rehearsed for this performance for a whole month, eagerly anticipating his appearance every day. The moment our eyes met, his gaze instantly turned cold, and he frowned slightly, seemingly extremely displeased by my presence in his work area. He picked up his coffee and was about to turn away when, almost simultaneously, his young assistant, Chloe, walked in smiling, her fingers casually hooking the hem of his suit jacket: "Richard, there are a few parts of this proposal I don't quite understand..." "Hmm, come to my office in a bit." His voice immediately softened, and he even leaned down slightly to listen to her. That patience and gentleness left me feeling choked with emotion. I stopped, watching their retreating figures. My phone suddenly vibrated; it was a voice message from Leo. "Mom, is Dad coming today? I'm playing Peter Pan today, and I really want him to see me fly!" My vision blurred for a second. Through the glass of the corridor, Richard was gently tidying Chloe's hair, which had been ruffled by the air conditioning. Although I had already guessed the outcome, I still sent a text message: "There's a play at school this afternoon, and Leo is the lead. Can you come and watch?" There was no reply for a long time. I closed my eyes. I should have known. He doesn't love me, so how could he possibly have any feelings for our child? But soon, everyone will be relieved. In the school auditorium, Leo, wearing a beautiful cape, stood on tiptoe, peering through the velvet curtain at the audience. "Mom, is Dad here?" I knelt down to adjust his tie, trying to make my voice sound relaxed and natural: "Dad had an emergency board meeting, but he asked Mom to record the whole thing. He'll definitely watch it tonight." The light in Leo's eyes dimmed, but only for a moment. The next second, he smiled brightly: "It's okay! Mom is enough here!" My six-year-old son had already learned to read people's expressions, even knowing how to comfort me by pretending to be happy. I hugged him tightly. I'm sorry, it's my fault. The performance was a great success, and Leo shone brightly on stage. Afterwards, he received a "Best Little Actor of the Year" award from his drama teacher—a portable neck massage pillow. He excitedly hugged the box and rushed into my arms: "Mom! This is perfect for Dad! He always complains about his neck hurting when he looks at reports on the computer!" My heart clenched. No wonder he was so happy to receive such a seemingly harmless prize; his mind was filled with thoughts of his father. Back home, I prepared a celebratory pizza and cupcakes for Leo. Leo didn't even take off his costume, still wearing his paper crown, and sat drawing on the coffee table. His little hands gripped the massage pillow tightly, occasionally glancing up at the front door. Seven o'clock in the evening. Nine o'clock. Still no sign of Richard, and my text message remained unanswered. "Mom..." Leo's voice was soft, "Is Dad going to miss my celebration again?" He was clearly on the verge of tears, but he was desperately trying to hold back. I ruffled his blond hair. "Good boy, Daddy's just been too busy." "It's okay!" Leo suddenly laughed, his eyes reddening. "Mom's here with me! Let's eat cake together!" Just as I lit the wish candle on his cupcake, my phone screen lit up—it was an Instagram notification. Chloe had updated her status.
At eight months pregnant, Katherine Morris, the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, faced an unimaginable betrayal. Her mate and Alpha, Devon Morris, filled the pack’s territory with roses to propose to his childhood mate, Estrella Cruz. Estrella, disheveled and sobbing, accused Katherine of orchestrating a kidnapping to tarnish her reputation. In a fit of rage, Devon gagged Katherine and bound her hands and feet, dragging her into a sealed chamber deep within the pack’s territory—a room designed to simulate captivity for rogue wolves. "How dare you attack Estrella? You need to learn your place!" he roared, his Alpha tone resonating with an authority that made the air tremble. In the suffocating chamber, Katherine pleaded with Devon for mercy, her voice muffled but desperate. "Alpha, please, think of our child. I’ll stay out of your lives, just let us go," she begged, her eyes wide with fear. Devon’s expression twisted with anger and disdain. "Now you’re begging? Did you consider this when you kidnapped Estrella? If I hadn’t saved her, she could have been dead!" he spat, his voice cold and unforgiving. He turned the oxygen knob to its highest setting, the air becoming thin and oppressive. Katherine’s amniotic fluid leaked, staining the floor beneath her. Estrella, watching from the monitor outside, mocked her with a sneer. "Look, Alpha, she’s wet herself! How pathetic for a Luna." As Katherine entered premature labor and blood pooled around her, Devon dismissed it as an act, his jaw clenched in anger. In her final moments of consciousness, Katherine scrawled a message in her own blood: "Smoke dissipates, love turns to dust, do not yearn, do not disturb." Davis Chapman, Devon’s loyal Beta, stood outside the chamber, his face pale with anxiety. "Alpha, the chamber’s systems are unstable. Using it now could be dangerous for Luna Katherine," he warned, his voice tight with worry. Devon turned on him, his Alpha aura flaring. "You think I don’t know the status of our systems?" he barked, slamming his fist against the wall. "Perhaps you’d like to challenge my authority, Beta?" Estrella, tears streaming down her face, clung to Devon’s arm. "Why would she do this to me, Alpha? Does she hate me for taking you away? I don’t care about titles. I’d be happy just to be with you..." she whispered, her voice trembling. Devon’s expression softened as he recalled Estrella’s past kindness. He gently hushed her, placing a finger over her lips. "Don’t say that, Estrella. How would I live without you? You’ve always protected and sacrificed for me. Now that you’re back, I’ll keep you safe. No one will harm you, not even Katherine." Turning back to Davis, his voice was cold and final. "Without my order, nobody releases Katherine. Or you’ll be stripped of your rank." The pack members who had gathered to witness the scene quickly averted their eyes, their loyalty to their Alpha overriding their concern for their Luna. Devon ordered Davis to copy the live feed from the chamber, one version displayed for the pack and another in his office for Estrella. He wanted everyone to witness the consequences of crossing Estrella Cruz. As Katherine struggled on the screen, Estrella’s lips curled into a secret smile of triumph. After thirty minutes, Davis rushed into Devon’s office, nearly slipping in his haste. "Alpha, it’s urgent! Luna Katherine’s water has broken!" Devon glanced at the monitor, a flicker of panic and remorse crossing his face. On the screen, Katherine had freed herself and removed the tape over her mouth and nose. She clutched her belly with one hand, pounding on the door with the other, gasping for air and pleading, "Alpha, I know you see me. My water broke. Let me out, call the healer... The child is yours, please, save our child..." Estrella tugged at Devon’s arm, her eyes narrowing with hate as she watched Katherine on the monitor. "Alpha, you don’t still believe her lies, do you? She kidnapped me and won’t confess. Now she’s spinning tales to get your sympathy," she said, her voice dripping with venom. She pointed at the screen and chuckled, "Look, Alpha, she wet herself! She must have when you turned the oxygen knob!" Devon’s face, which had briefly shown a hint of concern, hardened once more. "She’s embarrassed me enough. Once she gives birth, I’m rejecting her as my mate." With a cold smirk, he ordered the chamber’s lights to be turned off. The room plunged into darkness, leaving Katherine alone in the suffocating blackness.
At eight months pregnant, Katherine Morris, the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, faced an unimaginable betrayal. Her mate and Alpha, Devon Morris, filled the pack’s territory with roses to propose to his childhood mate, Estrella Cruz. Estrella, disheveled and sobbing, accused Katherine of orchestrating a kidnapping to tarnish her reputation. In a fit of rage, Devon gagged Katherine and bound her hands and feet, dragging her into a sealed chamber deep within the pack’s territory—a room designed to simulate captivity for rogue wolves. "How dare you attack Estrella? You need to learn your place!" he roared, his Alpha tone resonating with an authority that made the air tremble. In the suffocating chamber, Katherine pleaded with Devon for mercy, her voice muffled but desperate. "Alpha, please, think of our child. I’ll stay out of your lives, just let us go," she begged, her eyes wide with fear. Devon’s expression twisted with anger and disdain. "Now you’re begging? Did you consider this when you kidnapped Estrella? If I hadn’t saved her, she could have been dead!" he spat, his voice cold and unforgiving. He turned the oxygen knob to its highest setting, the air becoming thin and oppressive. Katherine’s amniotic fluid leaked, staining the floor beneath her. Estrella, watching from the monitor outside, mocked her with a sneer. "Look, Alpha, she’s wet herself! How pathetic for a Luna." As Katherine entered premature labor and blood pooled around her, Devon dismissed it as an act, his jaw clenched in anger. In her final moments of consciousness, Katherine scrawled a message in her own blood: "Smoke dissipates, love turns to dust, do not yearn, do not disturb." Davis Chapman, Devon’s loyal Beta, stood outside the chamber, his face pale with anxiety. "Alpha, the chamber’s systems are unstable. Using it now could be dangerous for Luna Katherine," he warned, his voice tight with worry. Devon turned on him, his Alpha aura flaring. "You think I don’t know the status of our systems?" he barked, slamming his fist against the wall. "Perhaps you’d like to challenge my authority, Beta?" Estrella, tears streaming down her face, clung to Devon’s arm. "Why would she do this to me, Alpha? Does she hate me for taking you away? I don’t care about titles. I’d be happy just to be with you..." she whispered, her voice trembling. Devon’s expression softened as he recalled Estrella’s past kindness. He gently hushed her, placing a finger over her lips. "Don’t say that, Estrella. How would I live without you? You’ve always protected and sacrificed for me. Now that you’re back, I’ll keep you safe. No one will harm you, not even Katherine." Turning back to Davis, his voice was cold and final. "Without my order, nobody releases Katherine. Or you’ll be stripped of your rank." The pack members who had gathered to witness the scene quickly averted their eyes, their loyalty to their Alpha overriding their concern for their Luna. Devon ordered Davis to copy the live feed from the chamber, one version displayed for the pack and another in his office for Estrella. He wanted everyone to witness the consequences of crossing Estrella Cruz. As Katherine struggled on the screen, Estrella’s lips curled into a secret smile of triumph. After thirty minutes, Davis rushed into Devon’s office, nearly slipping in his haste. "Alpha, it’s urgent! Luna Katherine’s water has broken!" Devon glanced at the monitor, a flicker of panic and remorse crossing his face. On the screen, Katherine had freed herself and removed the tape over her mouth and nose. She clutched her belly with one hand, pounding on the door with the other, gasping for air and pleading, "Alpha, I know you see me. My water broke. Let me out, call the healer... The child is yours, please, save our child..." Estrella tugged at Devon’s arm, her eyes narrowing with hate as she watched Katherine on the monitor. "Alpha, you don’t still believe her lies, do you? She kidnapped me and won’t confess. Now she’s spinning tales to get your sympathy," she said, her voice dripping with venom. She pointed at the screen and chuckled, "Look, Alpha, she wet herself! She must have when you turned the oxygen knob!" Devon’s face, which had briefly shown a hint of concern, hardened once more. "She’s embarrassed me enough. Once she gives birth, I’m rejecting her as my mate." With a cold smirk, he ordered the chamber’s lights to be turned off. The room plunged into darkness, leaving Katherine alone in the suffocating blackness.
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"Claire, are you really sure?" Mr. Davis pushed up his glasses, his tone tinged with surprise. "The company values you highly; they even hinted at a promotion next quarter at the last senior management meeting." I sighed, expressing my genuine regret. But I still sincerely told him that my husband's work focus had completely shifted to Chicago, and I didn't want a long-term separation, as it wouldn't be good for our child's development. "You know how important a stable, loving family environment is for a child's mental and physical health." Mr. Davis nodded, a hint of sympathy flashing in his eyes. "Indeed. Well then, I wish you all the best in Chicago." Walking out of the HR department, I subconsciously glanced in the direction of the marketing department. Behind the glass door of the break room, Richard was pouring coffee. His dark gray custom-made suit perfectly outlined his tall figure, the silver cufflinks gleaming coldly under the light. He was still as perfect as a work of art. Although legally, this work of art was my closest partner. Yet, he was also the person who hated me the most in the world. I was just about to go in and ask him if he was free this afternoon to attend our son Leo's school play performance. I didn't expect him to be involved the whole time, but Leo had rehearsed for this performance for a whole month, eagerly anticipating his appearance every day. The moment our eyes met, his gaze instantly turned cold, and he frowned slightly, seemingly extremely displeased by my presence in his work area. He picked up his coffee and was about to turn away when, almost simultaneously, his young assistant, Chloe, walked in smiling, her fingers casually hooking the hem of his suit jacket: "Richard, there are a few parts of this proposal I don't quite understand..." "Hmm, come to my office in a bit." His voice immediately softened, and he even leaned down slightly to listen to her. That patience and gentleness left me feeling choked with emotion. I stopped, watching their retreating figures. My phone suddenly vibrated; it was a voice message from Leo. "Mom, is Dad coming today? I'm playing Peter Pan today, and I really want him to see me fly!" My vision blurred for a second. Through the glass of the corridor, Richard was gently tidying Chloe's hair, which had been ruffled by the air conditioning. Although I had already guessed the outcome, I still sent a text message: "There's a play at school this afternoon, and Leo is the lead. Can you come and watch?" There was no reply for a long time. I closed my eyes. I should have known. He doesn't love me, so how could he possibly have any feelings for our child? But soon, everyone will be relieved. In the school auditorium, Leo, wearing a beautiful cape, stood on tiptoe, peering through the velvet curtain at the audience. "Mom, is Dad here?" I knelt down to adjust his tie, trying to make my voice sound relaxed and natural: "Dad had an emergency board meeting, but he asked Mom to record the whole thing. He'll definitely watch it tonight." The light in Leo's eyes dimmed, but only for a moment. The next second, he smiled brightly: "It's okay! Mom is enough here!" My six-year-old son had already learned to read people's expressions, even knowing how to comfort me by pretending to be happy. I hugged him tightly. I'm sorry, it's my fault. The performance was a great success, and Leo shone brightly on stage. Afterwards, he received a "Best Little Actor of the Year" award from his drama teacher—a portable neck massage pillow. He excitedly hugged the box and rushed into my arms: "Mom! This is perfect for Dad! He always complains about his neck hurting when he looks at reports on the computer!" My heart clenched. No wonder he was so happy to receive such a seemingly harmless prize; his mind was filled with thoughts of his father. Back home, I prepared a celebratory pizza and cupcakes for Leo. Leo didn't even take off his costume, still wearing his paper crown, and sat drawing on the coffee table. His little hands gripped the massage pillow tightly, occasionally glancing up at the front door. Seven o'clock in the evening. Nine o'clock. Still no sign of Richard, and my text message remained unanswered. "Mom..." Leo's voice was soft, "Is Dad going to miss my celebration again?" He was clearly on the verge of tears, but he was desperately trying to hold back. I ruffled his blond hair. "Good boy, Daddy's just been too busy." "It's okay!" Leo suddenly laughed, his eyes reddening. "Mom's here with me! Let's eat cake together!" Just as I lit the wish candle on his cupcake, my phone screen lit up—it was an Instagram notification. Chloe had updated her status.
"Claire, are you really sure?" Mr. Davis pushed up his glasses, his tone tinged with surprise. "The company values you highly; they even hinted at a promotion next quarter at the last senior management meeting." I sighed, expressing my genuine regret. But I still sincerely told him that my husband's work focus had completely shifted to Chicago, and I didn't want a long-term separation, as it wouldn't be good for our child's development. "You know how important a stable, loving family environment is for a child's mental and physical health." Mr. Davis nodded, a hint of sympathy flashing in his eyes. "Indeed. Well then, I wish you all the best in Chicago." Walking out of the HR department, I subconsciously glanced in the direction of the marketing department. Behind the glass door of the break room, Richard was pouring coffee. His dark gray custom-made suit perfectly outlined his tall figure, the silver cufflinks gleaming coldly under the light. He was still as perfect as a work of art. Although legally, this work of art was my closest partner. Yet, he was also the person who hated me the most in the world. I was just about to go in and ask him if he was free this afternoon to attend our son Leo's school play performance. I didn't expect him to be involved the whole time, but Leo had rehearsed for this performance for a whole month, eagerly anticipating his appearance every day. The moment our eyes met, his gaze instantly turned cold, and he frowned slightly, seemingly extremely displeased by my presence in his work area. He picked up his coffee and was about to turn away when, almost simultaneously, his young assistant, Chloe, walked in smiling, her fingers casually hooking the hem of his suit jacket: "Richard, there are a few parts of this proposal I don't quite understand..." "Hmm, come to my office in a bit." His voice immediately softened, and he even leaned down slightly to listen to her. That patience and gentleness left me feeling choked with emotion. I stopped, watching their retreating figures. My phone suddenly vibrated; it was a voice message from Leo. "Mom, is Dad coming today? I'm playing Peter Pan today, and I really want him to see me fly!" My vision blurred for a second. Through the glass of the corridor, Richard was gently tidying Chloe's hair, which had been ruffled by the air conditioning. Although I had already guessed the outcome, I still sent a text message: "There's a play at school this afternoon, and Leo is the lead. Can you come and watch?" There was no reply for a long time. I closed my eyes. I should have known. He doesn't love me, so how could he possibly have any feelings for our child? But soon, everyone will be relieved. In the school auditorium, Leo, wearing a beautiful cape, stood on tiptoe, peering through the velvet curtain at the audience. "Mom, is Dad here?" I knelt down to adjust his tie, trying to make my voice sound relaxed and natural: "Dad had an emergency board meeting, but he asked Mom to record the whole thing. He'll definitely watch it tonight." The light in Leo's eyes dimmed, but only for a moment. The next second, he smiled brightly: "It's okay! Mom is enough here!" My six-year-old son had already learned to read people's expressions, even knowing how to comfort me by pretending to be happy. I hugged him tightly. I'm sorry, it's my fault. The performance was a great success, and Leo shone brightly on stage. Afterwards, he received a "Best Little Actor of the Year" award from his drama teacher—a portable neck massage pillow. He excitedly hugged the box and rushed into my arms: "Mom! This is perfect for Dad! He always complains about his neck hurting when he looks at reports on the computer!" My heart clenched. No wonder he was so happy to receive such a seemingly harmless prize; his mind was filled with thoughts of his father. Back home, I prepared a celebratory pizza and cupcakes for Leo. Leo didn't even take off his costume, still wearing his paper crown, and sat drawing on the coffee table. His little hands gripped the massage pillow tightly, occasionally glancing up at the front door. Seven o'clock in the evening. Nine o'clock. Still no sign of Richard, and my text message remained unanswered. "Mom..." Leo's voice was soft, "Is Dad going to miss my celebration again?" He was clearly on the verge of tears, but he was desperately trying to hold back. I ruffled his blond hair. "Good boy, Daddy's just been too busy." "It's okay!" Leo suddenly laughed, his eyes reddening. "Mom's here with me! Let's eat cake together!" Just as I lit the wish candle on his cupcake, my phone screen lit up—it was an Instagram notification. Chloe had updated her status.
"Claire, are you really sure?" Mr. Davis pushed up his glasses, his tone tinged with surprise. "The company values you highly; they even hinted at a promotion next quarter at the last senior management meeting." I sighed, expressing my genuine regret. But I still sincerely told him that my husband's work focus had completely shifted to Chicago, and I didn't want a long-term separation, as it wouldn't be good for our child's development. "You know how important a stable, loving family environment is for a child's mental and physical health." Mr. Davis nodded, a hint of sympathy flashing in his eyes. "Indeed. Well then, I wish you all the best in Chicago." Walking out of the HR department, I subconsciously glanced in the direction of the marketing department. Behind the glass door of the break room, Richard was pouring coffee. His dark gray custom-made suit perfectly outlined his tall figure, the silver cufflinks gleaming coldly under the light. He was still as perfect as a work of art. Although legally, this work of art was my closest partner. Yet, he was also the person who hated me the most in the world. I was just about to go in and ask him if he was free this afternoon to attend our son Leo's school play performance. I didn't expect him to be involved the whole time, but Leo had rehearsed for this performance for a whole month, eagerly anticipating his appearance every day. The moment our eyes met, his gaze instantly turned cold, and he frowned slightly, seemingly extremely displeased by my presence in his work area. He picked up his coffee and was about to turn away when, almost simultaneously, his young assistant, Chloe, walked in smiling, her fingers casually hooking the hem of his suit jacket: "Richard, there are a few parts of this proposal I don't quite understand..." "Hmm, come to my office in a bit." His voice immediately softened, and he even leaned down slightly to listen to her. That patience and gentleness left me feeling choked with emotion. I stopped, watching their retreating figures. My phone suddenly vibrated; it was a voice message from Leo. "Mom, is Dad coming today? I'm playing Peter Pan today, and I really want him to see me fly!" My vision blurred for a second. Through the glass of the corridor, Richard was gently tidying Chloe's hair, which had been ruffled by the air conditioning. Although I had already guessed the outcome, I still sent a text message: "There's a play at school this afternoon, and Leo is the lead. Can you come and watch?" There was no reply for a long time. I closed my eyes. I should have known. He doesn't love me, so how could he possibly have any feelings for our child? But soon, everyone will be relieved. In the school auditorium, Leo, wearing a beautiful cape, stood on tiptoe, peering through the velvet curtain at the audience. "Mom, is Dad here?" I knelt down to adjust his tie, trying to make my voice sound relaxed and natural: "Dad had an emergency board meeting, but he asked Mom to record the whole thing. He'll definitely watch it tonight." The light in Leo's eyes dimmed, but only for a moment. The next second, he smiled brightly: "It's okay! Mom is enough here!" My six-year-old son had already learned to read people's expressions, even knowing how to comfort me by pretending to be happy. I hugged him tightly. I'm sorry, it's my fault. The performance was a great success, and Leo shone brightly on stage. Afterwards, he received a "Best Little Actor of the Year" award from his drama teacher—a portable neck massage pillow. He excitedly hugged the box and rushed into my arms: "Mom! This is perfect for Dad! He always complains about his neck hurting when he looks at reports on the computer!" My heart clenched. No wonder he was so happy to receive such a seemingly harmless prize; his mind was filled with thoughts of his father. Back home, I prepared a celebratory pizza and cupcakes for Leo. Leo didn't even take off his costume, still wearing his paper crown, and sat drawing on the coffee table. His little hands gripped the massage pillow tightly, occasionally glancing up at the front door. Seven o'clock in the evening. Nine o'clock. Still no sign of Richard, and my text message remained unanswered. "Mom..." Leo's voice was soft, "Is Dad going to miss my celebration again?" He was clearly on the verge of tears, but he was desperately trying to hold back. I ruffled his blond hair. "Good boy, Daddy's just been too busy." "It's okay!" Leo suddenly laughed, his eyes reddening. "Mom's here with me! Let's eat cake together!" Just as I lit the wish candle on his cupcake, my phone screen lit up—it was an Instagram notification. Chloe had updated her status.
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I arrived at Hayes's apartment twenty minutes early, balancing his favorite Thai takeout in one hand and my keys in the other. The doorman nodded at me with familiar recognition as I stepped into the elevator. Five years of dating had made me practically a resident here. "Surprise," I whispered to myself, checking my reflection in the polished elevator doors. I'd taken extra care with my appearance today—Hayes had been distant lately, and I wanted to remind him why he'd fallen for me in the first place. The apartment was quiet when I entered. "Hayes?" I called out, setting the food on the kitchen counter. No response. "He must be running late," I murmured, noticing his iPad on the coffee table. A notification lit up the screen: "The Game: New Message." I shouldn't look. It's private. But something made me pause. The group chat name seemed odd—formal, almost clinical. Before I could stop myself, I tapped the notification. The chat opened to reveal a message thread that made my blood run cold. "Seduction Wager: Aurora Davis ($50,000)" My fingers trembled as I scrolled up. There it was—pinned to the top of the chat—a photo of me in my bikini at last summer's lake house getaway. Below it, my yoga schedule, favorite coffee shop, even my usual jogging route. "Intel gathering complete," Hayes had written. "She's completely oblivious. Whoever nails her first gets the pot." Marcus Chen: "Dude, you're betting on your own girlfriend?" Hayes: "She's too naive to suspect anything. Besides, I need the money more than I need her." My chest tightened as I read comment after comment from his friends, analyzing my body, my habits, my weaknesses. They discussed me like I was a game to be won, not a person they'd met at countless dinners and parties. "Her tits are legit," someone named Tyler had commented on a photo Hayes had taken of me sleeping. "Worth at least twenty grand of the pot." I felt sick. Five years. Five years of believing in us, of planning our future together, and he'd turned me into entertainment for his frat-boy friends. A sound in the hallway jolted me back to reality. Hayes's key in the lock. I quickly closed the app and placed the iPad exactly as I'd found it, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Rory?" Hayes called out, his voice carrying that casual arrogance I once found charming. "You're early." "In the living room," I managed, surprised by how steady my voice sounded. He appeared in the doorway, already pulling out his phone, thumbs flying across the screen. He barely glanced at me. "Sorry I'm late," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "Had to handle some business." I watched him texting—probably back to his precious group chat—and felt something inside me harden. "I actually just realized I have a splitting headache," I said, standing up. "I should go." "What? But I haven't eaten yet." He looked up briefly, irritation flashing across his face. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you tomorrow." I kissed him quickly on the cheek, careful not to let him see my eyes. --- Isabella was folding laundry when I burst through our apartment door. One look at my face told her everything she needed to know. "Aurora? What happened?" She dropped the t-shirt she was folding and rushed to my side. I couldn't speak immediately, just handed her my phone with the screenshots I'd managed to take before leaving Hayes's apartment. "Oh my god," she whispered, scrolling through the evidence. "That absolute bastard." I expected tears to come, but instead, a strange calm settled over me. "I'm not going to cry over him." "Good," Isabella said firmly. "What are you going to do?" I paced the length of our living room, my mind racing. "He thinks I'm naive and oblivious. Let's use that." "Use it how?" I opened my laptop and began creating a new Instagram account. "They want to play games? I'll show them how it's done." "Nemesis," I typed as the username, adding a profile picture that was just vague enough to be intriguing—a silhouette against city lights that could be anyone. "Are you sure about this?" Isabella asked, watching over my shoulder. "They turned me into a bet," I said, my fingers flying across the keyboard as I curated a mysterious but compelling feed. "Now I'm going to turn their game against them." I followed each member of the group chat, studying their profiles, their likes, their weaknesses. Then I paused at Nikolai Walker's profile. Unlike the others, he hadn't commented on any of my photos. His profile was minimalist but elegant—black and white photos of architecture, books, and a single landscape of mountains. "He's different," I murmured. "The landlord?" Isabella asked. "Isn't he Hayes's friend too?" "He is," I said slowly. "But he's also the only one who didn't treat me like a piece of meat in that chat." I hovered over the follow button, then pressed it. A second later, my phone pinged. Nikolai Walker had accepted my request. I stared at the screen in disbelief. "He accepted. Immediately."
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