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Story: Moonlit Betrayal
A part of me wanted to hate him and erase him from my memory. But no matter how hard I tried, that stubborn love deep inside refused to let me cut him off for good.
I could not take it anymore. I closed my eyes and turned away.
Zane sighed, pulled the blanket over me, and quietly exited the room.
That night, I dreamed about the past.
I was suddenly 18 again, standing at my shifting ceremony. Zane stood in front of me, looking at me with tenderness. “Lyra, I’ve been in love with you since the moment we met.”
Back then, his eyes were filled with honesty, and his smile was so warm that it could melt even the coldest heart.
I was completely engrossed in the dream’s sweetness, but when I awoke, all of its beauty was gone. I lay there, staring out the window at the overcast sky, feeling a dull weight in my chest.
The door suddenly swung open, and Anastasia walked in.
She gave me an almost challenging look. “Lyra, you’ve been seeing Dorian every single day. Don’t you know who he really is by now?”
I remained silent, lost in memories of the past.
When I learnt of Zane’s death, I became ill due to my grief. I didn’t even get to see his body, let alone attend his funeral.
By the time I left the hospital, all that remained was his grave. However, I believed in what we had had–those five years together–and it never occurred to me that any of it could have been fabricated.
Anastasia stepped up to the bed, unconcerned, and looked down at me as if I were beneath her. “Lyra, you still haven’t figured out that Zane was playing you this whole time?”
I clenched my fists, barely able to contain my anger.
But Anastasia only looked happier with herself. She leaned closer, her voice a taunting whisper. “You know, Zane treats me like a valuable asset; he won’t even let me pour my own water.
“He takes me shopping and travelling. He even gave me the pack’s priciest white fox fur coat. Everyone knows I am his true mate. And you? You’re just a worthless Omega that he’d never admit in public!”
Every word carved deeper, leaving me raw; my entire body shook, and tears welled up in my eyes.
But Anastasia wasn’t finished: “Who do you think you are, Lyra?” Just a foolish woman. Zane never loved you. I’m the one he truly cares about!”
I had reached my breaking point and just wanted to leave.
Anastasia, on the other hand, purposefully bumped into me before faking a fall and pretending I had pushed her. She cupped her cheek and looked up at me with those big, wounded eyes as tears streamed down her face.
When Zane heard the commotion, he ran.
He saw Anastasia on the floor and charged at me, his eyes filled with rage and disappointment. “How could you do this, Lyra? Anastasia is your sister-in-law. You really hit her?”
Sister-in-law?
I could not take it anymore. I closed my eyes and turned away.
Zane sighed, pulled the blanket over me, and quietly exited the room.
That night, I dreamed about the past.
I was suddenly 18 again, standing at my shifting ceremony. Zane stood in front of me, looking at me with tenderness. “Lyra, I’ve been in love with you since the moment we met.”
Back then, his eyes were filled with honesty, and his smile was so warm that it could melt even the coldest heart.
I was completely engrossed in the dream’s sweetness, but when I awoke, all of its beauty was gone. I lay there, staring out the window at the overcast sky, feeling a dull weight in my chest.
The door suddenly swung open, and Anastasia walked in.
She gave me an almost challenging look. “Lyra, you’ve been seeing Dorian every single day. Don’t you know who he really is by now?”
I remained silent, lost in memories of the past.
When I learnt of Zane’s death, I became ill due to my grief. I didn’t even get to see his body, let alone attend his funeral.
By the time I left the hospital, all that remained was his grave. However, I believed in what we had had–those five years together–and it never occurred to me that any of it could have been fabricated.
Anastasia stepped up to the bed, unconcerned, and looked down at me as if I were beneath her. “Lyra, you still haven’t figured out that Zane was playing you this whole time?”
I clenched my fists, barely able to contain my anger.
But Anastasia only looked happier with herself. She leaned closer, her voice a taunting whisper. “You know, Zane treats me like a valuable asset; he won’t even let me pour my own water.
“He takes me shopping and travelling. He even gave me the pack’s priciest white fox fur coat. Everyone knows I am his true mate. And you? You’re just a worthless Omega that he’d never admit in public!”
Every word carved deeper, leaving me raw; my entire body shook, and tears welled up in my eyes.
But Anastasia wasn’t finished: “Who do you think you are, Lyra?” Just a foolish woman. Zane never loved you. I’m the one he truly cares about!”
I had reached my breaking point and just wanted to leave.
Anastasia, on the other hand, purposefully bumped into me before faking a fall and pretending I had pushed her. She cupped her cheek and looked up at me with those big, wounded eyes as tears streamed down her face.
When Zane heard the commotion, he ran.
He saw Anastasia on the floor and charged at me, his eyes filled with rage and disappointment. “How could you do this, Lyra? Anastasia is your sister-in-law. You really hit her?”
Sister-in-law?