Six Years of Poison: The Luna's Full Moon Reckoning

My alpha mate said he didn't want children.

For six years, he handed me "calming tea" every night, saying tenderly, "You're all I need."

Until our anniversary, when I tracked the mate bond to find him—through the flower shop window, a six-year-old boy rode on his shoulders calling him "Daddy."

He texted me: "Working late tonight, babe." And I stood there watching him kiss another woman.

I pried open his study drawer. The herbal prescription read: "Wolfsbane compound—permanent fertility suppression."

Every cup of tea was poison. My infertility was his design.

The family photos on the wall even included my parents' smiling faces.

Ten days until the full moon ceremony. Before the Moon Goddess and the entire pack, I'll show him what a thoroughly betrayed Luna can destroy.

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My husband, Adrian Locke, is the Alpha of the Darkstone Pack. In everyone's eyes, we're mates blessed by the Moon Goddess, destined from the moment we met. For six years, I believed it too.

Until today—our sixth anniversary—when I discovered I'd been living a joke.

Outside "Frostwhisper" Floral Studio, I watched him crouch down, letting a black-haired little boy climb onto his shoulders. The child was about six, with the same dark curls as Adrian. Even through the glass, my wolf senses could detect the Black Wolf bloodline flowing through that child—identical to Adrian's.

"Higher, Daddy!" the boy shouted excitedly.

Daddy. The word hit my eardrums like a sledgehammer, leaving me dizzy and disoriented.

The gift box in my hand suddenly felt scalding. Inside was that silver ceremonial dagger I'd spent three months tracking down for our anniversary. I'd meant to surprise him. Now it had become the most ironic witness.

Half an hour ago, I'd been full of anticipation going to his company. His secretary was visibly flustered: "The Alpha left two hours ago."

My smile froze on my face as an unfamiliar anxiety spread through my chest.

This morning when he left, he'd kissed me. His thumb pressed against my jaw, lips crushing down hard.

"Happy anniversary, babe." His voice was husky with Alpha possessiveness. "I'll be back as soon as I finish pack business. You know I'd rather spend every moment with you."

His eyes had been so tender, his tone so sincere. Those words wrapped around me like a warm comforter, easing the small disappointment I felt at our plans changing.

I stood at the empty office door, pulling out my phone, clinging to one last thread of hope as I messaged Adrian: "Done at the office? I'm already at the restaurant."

His reply came quickly, as always: "Still tied up, babe. I wish I could fly to you right now, but the pack needs me. I'm their Alpha."

A tearing pain exploded in my chest. If I weren't facing his empty office, I might still believe these lies.

Lies. I'd never imagined Adrian would lie to me. His response was so natural, so flawless.

When I realized the mate I trusted most might be living a double life, our supposedly unshakeable marriage showed its first crack. I could even feel the mate bond in my chest throbbing with pain—that sacred contract established under the full moon six years ago now felt like shackles binding me.

I don't know how I got back to my car, sliding into the driver's seat, staring at the carefully prepared gift box as tears finally spilled uncontrollably.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. As Luna of the Darkstone Pack, the mate bond let me sense Adrian's location. I followed that invisible thread, a vague directional pull guiding me toward the western part of the city.

Eventually, my car stopped in front of a floral studio called "Frostwhisper." My heart nearly stopped.

Adrian's black SUV was parked right there. Through the studio's glass window, I could see everything clearly.

Isabella Frost, the Gray Wolf florist. Adrian had mentioned her before, calling her a "good business contact." When he'd said it, I'd only noticed his tone, missing the meaning I'd overlooked in his eyes.

Adrian was crouched on the floor. Beside him was a boy around five years old with Black Wolf dark curls, eyes shaped exactly like his.

Adrian wore a loving smile I'd never seen before. They were playing with a wooden train set, the boy's laughter bright and clear.

"Daddy, look! It spins!"

Isabella approached with a fruit plate, skillfully selecting the reddest strawberry and bringing it to Adrian's lips. Then she bent down naturally, adjusting the boy's collar.

"Liam, don't get your clothes dirty. We still have a birthday party later."

The boy's birthday was on the same day as our anniversary.

My gaze moved to the wall. Photos covered it—Adrian, Isabella, the boy. Birthday parties, Christmas gatherings, outdoor picnics. Every picture told the story of a complete family, a story I'd been excluded from.

My head started buzzing. For six years, Adrian had told me he didn't want children, said he hoped we'd focus on each other, enjoy our time as a couple.

I'd been so touched, thinking he was different from other Alphas, that he valued me more than pack heirs.

And now, there was a child calling him "Daddy." A pup carrying his Black Wolf blood. He had a complete family, and I knew nothing about it.

Isabella's voice drifted out: "Will Celeste find out?"

He bent to kiss Isabella tenderly, his laugh edged with bone-chilling mockery: "Her? She's drunk on love. She believes everything I tell her."

"I told her we chose not to have kids, and she bought it completely." His tone carried that characteristic Alpha arrogance. "When the time's right, I'll claim bloodline dilution, then convince her to 'adopt' Liam."

The world fell instantly silent. This wasn't ordinary heartbreak—it was the collapse of everything. Six years of marriage, and I, this Silver Wolf Luna, was just convenient cover in his eyes.

My phone screen lit up at just that moment, Adrian's message popping up: "Might have to work all night, babe. Get some rest, I'll make it up to you tomorrow."

A little heart emoji followed the text.

What a masterful performance. I could feel something shattering rapidly, but a sharper determination was breaking through the surface. The mate bond in my chest trembled violently, as if protesting this betrayal.

If he'd played me for a fool, I'd rip him apart with an even better performance.

I opened my photo album. Wedding photos, moonlight vows, last year's beach trip. My finger swiped across the screen, deleting one by one.

When the last photo disappeared, I started the car and drove back to that house built on lies.

I would continue playing the naive wife kept in the dark. But something had changed forever—now I knew that from this moment on, every smile would be carefully calculated revenge.