This Time, I Refuse to Be His Luna Chapter 01

This Time, I Refuse to Be His Luna Chapter 01

On the eve of our mate-bonding ceremony, I stood outside a hotel room.

Through the wall, I heard Ethan in bed with another woman in the room next door.

Her low, breathless moans came in waves.

“Ethan, just like that! Yes! Just like that!”

After her voice faded, the room next door stayed quiet for a long time.

But the scent in the air did not fade.

Cedar mixed with a sickly sweet peach blossom scent. It slipped through the crack under the door and the air vent, choking me until I could barely breathe.

I stood there for a long time, my nails slowly digging into my palms.

That night, I did something very stupid.

I found the three Pack brothers Ethan trusted most.

Logan, Mason, and Caleb.

They were not Ethan’s blood brothers. They were his sworn men, the ones who handled Pack affairs for him and had pledged their loyalty to him.

I thought if I left my scent on them, on Ethan’s desk, in the passenger seat of his sports car, and on the back of his study chair, Ethan would at least feel pain once.

Even if that pain only came out as anger at me.

But when he found out, he only sat in the study and calmly started a group call.

He put it on speaker right in front of me.

“Tell me. How was she?”

The line went quiet for a beat.

Then Logan laughed.

“Alpha, your future Luna does nothing for a man. There’s nothing there.”

Mason spoke next, lazy and slow.

“When I held her, I almost thought I was holding a cold doll.”

Caleb laughed even more softly.

“No wonder you like Miss Bennett. At least her scent feels alive. Your woman doesn’t smell like a werewolf at all. Honestly, she’s closer to human.”

My revenge only gave them another way to humiliate me.

At that moment, the wolf inside me completely lost control.

My scent erupted before I could stop it, sharp, chaotic, and bitter.

My nails became claws. My teeth cut into my lips. I got trapped halfway between woman and wolf, and no matter how hard I tried, I could not shift back.

I clawed open my own neck and smashed half a wall.

Ethan did not hold me.

He personally signed the paperwork and sent me to the Mate-Bond Correction Center under the Blackthorn Pack.

That place was not a hospital.

It was where the Pack sent “unstable mates.”

They injected me with suppressants.

They forced me to watch footage of myself losing control again and again, until I could look at Ethan’s face and hear Sophia’s name without trembling.

I stayed there for one year.

One year later, I could finally force my wolf back down.

I could also keep my scent steady and locked inside me.

Outside the window, a Bentley stopped in the yard.

Ethan had come to pick me up.

He still remembered to come for me.

But I had already forgotten how to love him.