Chapter 12
MOON’S POV
I ran my hand through my hair in pure frustration. I had been calling Ace nonstop, sending him text after text, how he dados reply, not even once. I let out a loud huff, trying to swallow the anger burning in my chest.
I dialed his number again for the fifteenth time today, and this time the call didn’t even ring. He freaking switched off his phone. That was the last straw.
I hurled the phone at the wall, watching it smash into pieces. My breath came out shaky and furious. I grabbed the TV next sending it crashing off the stand. The sound of breaking glass filled the hospital room as I swept my arm across the table. shattering every glass furniture within reach.
“Damn that asshole!” I screamed, my voice cracking from all the rage twisting inside me.
The door swung open and two nurses hurried in.
“Luna, are you alright?” they asked, their voices trembling.
“What the…! Get out of my room before I send you to the cage!” I snapped, and they bolted out like scared cats.
The door opened again, and I spun around, ready to lash out. But it was Roman, Ace’s beta.
“I see we’re back to screaming and breaking things,” he said, his eyes scanning the room, taking in the chaos before settling
on me.
“Why are you here?” I demanded. “I don’t need you. I need your freaking Alpha. Where is he?”
“He’s not here. He’s busy with some work and sent me to find out why you’ve been blowing up his phone.” Roman folded his arms across his chest, looking completely unfazed by my rage.
My anger tripled. “He sent his aide to find out why his wife has been calling him? What kind of Alpha, what kind of husband, is he?”
I had been stuck in this stupid hospital room the whole weekend. The doctor discharged me long ago, but I stayed, hoping Ace would come back for me. Hoping he would at least check on his Luna. But he didn’t.
I grabbed my second phone from the bed, my fingers shaking with fury, ready to dial his number again, but I already knew it would be the same humiliation.
I thrashed the second phone at the wall. It shattered instantly, pieces scattering across the floor like everything else I had ruined today.
Roman chuckled, and something in me snapped. Before I could stop myself, my hand flew toward his face, ready to land the slap he clearly deserved, but he caught my wrist mid air, his grip tight enough to make me wince.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warned, his voice low, his fingers almost crushing my hand. He was strong, he was the beta, after all.
“Let me go!” I yelled.
“I’d also stop screaming like a banshee if I were you,” he added calmly. “You don’t want your Alpha finding out what
you
did.”
He finally let go, dropping my hand with no care. I pulled it to my chest, rubbing my wrist, trying to ease the sting.
1/4
4:34 pm
Choqates 12
“What are you talking about?” I snapped, anger and confusion twisting in my throat.
Roman took a slow step toward ine. “I’m talking about the rogues you brought in here to attack the pack
My eyes widened in horror. “You must be crazy to think I’d do something like that.”
“Oh, but you’re the crazy one, and you know it.” His voice held no softness, just what he believed was truth. “You haven’t been able to get Ace’s attention for months, and you thought that if rogues attacked and hurt you, he’d finally come running.”
He tilted his head. “Oh… he did come. But he didn’t run.”
“You’re insane!” I snapped. “Ace is not going to believe any of this. No one will believe you.”
Roman laughed loudly. “Is that what you think? And it’s very funny that you were coincidentally at the East wing when the attack happened. Outside and alone.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“Oh, it means a lot, Luna.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “And trust me, Ace is already asking questions.”
“How did you…” I couldn’t finish. The words got stuck somewhere between my chest and my throat.
“How did I figure it out?” Roman asked, almost amused. “Unlike Ace, you can’t manipulate me. I did my own investigation. You were the one who left the gate open. This is Ace’s pack, no one dares invade his pack unless someone lets them in. Ace doesn’t deal lightly with traitors. And those rogues were weak. Pathetic, actually.”
A slow smirk curled on my lips. “If you figured it all out, why haven’t you told Ace? Why are you telling me this?”
He stepped closer, closing the gap between us, his eyes piercing into mine. “You know what I want.”
He leaned even closer, his breath brushing my cheek. “And I bet you don’t want him to discover what really happened with your pregnancy six years ago.”
My whole body went cold. The ground felt like it shifted under my
feet.
Roman held my gaze for a few long seconds, letting the threat sink deep into my bones, then he turned around and walked out as if he hadn’t just ripped the air from my lungs.
“Damn!”
I rushed out of the hospital. I jumped into the car and told the driver to move fast. Ace was coming home today. I needed to put things in order before he walked through those doors. I needed everything perfect. I needed him to see me.
Roman already figured out what I did. I desperately needed Ace to mark me. We’ve been together for years and I had been patiently waiting for us to mate so that he would mark me. We had been together intimately multiple times in the past but hé never marked me. It’s been years since he last touched me and I was going to change that tonight even if I had to die to get what I wanted.
I stormed into the mansion and told the chefs to prepare his favorite meal. They stared at me, waiting for details. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
I racked my brain, thinking hard but I couldn’t remember any of his favorite meals. Not a single dish came to mind. I used to know everything about him before he changed.
I motioned to one of the chefs, I think her name is Nana, or whatever. I didn’t care. She was old and had been working in the pack house since forever.
9/4
Chapely
What is Ace’s faturile meale Takst
abe gave me a book. A loods that made my his tighten How dare she judge mer
You don’t knows your husband’s favorite meal?” she asked, disappointment dripping from her suice. “Well, the Alpha
I don’t care what his favorite meal is I snapped, cutting her off just make it. And get the staff to set the table. It’s going to be a candlelight dinner. I want all of you grine Instine Frome back. Is that understood?
Her fare twisted in disgust, and it only made my chest burn botter. If Ace wasn’t so fond of that old woman, I would have thrown her out of this house a long time ago, the woman was getting on my nerves.
She gave me a slight how as I walked away. They could hate me all they wanted, none of them could do anything about it. ! was still then tama
I went out to buy new phones and then headed to my mother’s place. Today was important for Ace and me. She was the only person I could must to help me put everything in place,
I made sure I returned thirty minutes before Ace came home. My heart pounded with excitement as I checked the candles, the plates, the wine, everything had to be perfect.
When the door opened and Ace stepped in, his aura filled the entire living room. I plastered a big smile on my face and rushed to him immediately, wrapping my arms around him.
His whole body went stiff.
I rose on my toes to kiss him, but he grabbed my hands and pushed me away gently, like he always did these days. I swallowed the sting. I had gotten used to it. He used to love me, once.
And after tonight, I was sure we would go back to the way we were.
“Come,” I said softly, brushing my hand down his arm, “I made you your favorite meal. It’s been a while since we spent real time together.”
“How much do you need?” His voice was cold.
I pressed a hand dramatically to my chest. “Ouch. Can’t a loving wife make something special for her husband?” I let my voice drop into a slow, teasing tone, hoping it would crack his walls.
But Ace didn’t move. His eyes stayed flat. “You don’t do things for free. You always want something, so say it. I’m tired. I need to rest.”
Damn him and that stubborn mouth.
“Alright,” I said lightly, lifting my hands in surrender. “If you insist you’re not hungry…”
I stepped closer, touching his sleeve like I was brushing dust off it. “Let me at least take you upstairs so you can shower and relax. I made all these meals myself.” I showed him my wrist, the fake faint red mark already fading. “I even burned my hand in the kitchen. But it’s fine if you don’t want to cat.”
I forced a small laugh, pretending it didn’t sting when he looked at my fake burn like it meant nothing.
He didn’t say another word. He just walked past me, climbed the stairs, and shut the bathroom door. I hissed under my breath. Tonight was supposed to be the night he marked me, the night everything finally changed, yet this man was acting like I didn’t exist.
3/4
4:34 pm
Chapter 12
When he stepped out of the shower, water still clinging to his hair, I was already waiting with his cold black coffee. He always drank it before bed. A small habit I had memorized and planned around.
He didn’t refuse it when I held it out. My lips stretched in a wide smile.
Yes.
He raised the cup and drank it all in one long gulp. My heart kicked against my ribs. This was it. It was supposed to knock him out fast. I went through hell getting that potion. He wasn’t an ordinary Alpha, so my mother had taken me to a witch, an old, strange woman with dead eyes, who gave me something strong enough to drop even him.
Now all I had to do was wait for the potion to pull him under.
One minute. Five minutes. Ten minutes.
Something finally happened, but not what I wanted. He lay back on the bed, breathing slow, and I climbed on top of him, already pulling at his shirt. Then a deep, loud rumble tore out of his chest.
Before I could even blink, he shoved me so hard my body flew across the room. My waist slammed into the table, the wood snapping under me as the pieces scattered on the floor.
“What did you do to me?”
That wasn’t Ace’s voice. That was his wolf, he sounded so dangerous, and feral.
His eyes shifted instantly. The usual green vanished, replaced with a burning gold that made my stomach drop. His fangs pushed out, his nails extending into claws that almost scraped the floor as he stepped toward me.
He looked like something out of a nightmare, furious, towering, completely out of control.
“You drugged me!” he roared, the sound shaking the whole room. “How dare you?!”
I took to my heels, my heart hammering against my ribs, stumbling over broken wood and scattered glass.
What just happened? He wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be knocked out, and craving for me, maybe a little desperate.
Everything had been planned perfectly.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
