The Betrayed Luna Revenge Plan

I sat by the bay window of our penthouse suite, gazing at the city skyline under the crescent moon. Tonight marked five years since I bonded with Caleb Darkwood, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack and a wealthy werewolf billionaire. It should have been a night of celebration, but unspoken truths weighed heavily on my heart.

Caleb had broken another promise. Instead of being with me, he’d gone to a pack council meeting in Zurich, taking Zara—his Beta’s sister and new “executive advisor”—with him. Her presence in his life felt too close for comfort. Her scent, a mix of vanilla and wild jasmine, often clung to his suits, something he refused to explain.

When Caleb finally returned from his trip, it felt like an eternity. He stormed into the penthouse, his Armani suit sharp and his golden eyes glowing with restrained power. He brought a sapphire pendant, its blue sparkle as tempting as the promises he never kept.

“It symbolizes our eternal bond,” he said, his tone soft as he fastened the necklace around my neck. His fingers lingered, their touch meant to soothe, but I could feel the subtle edge of guilt in his gestures.

For a moment, I wanted to believe him, to hold onto the memory of the man I had once loved, the one who fought to win my heart. But as I looked out the window, I saw Zara below in the courtyard, laughing with a group of business associates.

Zara wore a moonstone bracelet on her wrist, a symbol of affection and loyalty in werewolf tradition—something Caleb had once promised would be mine alone. I turned back to him, forcing a smile, but the image of Zara lingered in my mind like acid. Her laughter drifted up, carefree and sure, as if she believed she had already won.

Days later, I overheard them in one of the pack’s boardrooms. Caleb’s deep, commanding voice carried through the partially closed door, tinged with the casual familiarity that had become my waking nightmare.

“You’re overthinking it,” Caleb said, his tone laced with reassurance.

“You’re underestimating her,” Zara replied sharply. “She’s not as blind as you think. Amalia knows something’s going on.”

“She trusts me,” Caleb replied with a confidence that twisted my stomach. “That’s all that matters.”

Their laughter that followed felt like a knife twisting in my gut, sharp and merciless.

The breaking point came during a pack charity gala, held in one of Caleb’s luxury skyscrapers. Wolves mingled in their finest attire, sipping champagne and discussing business ventures under the glow of crystal chandeliers.

I stood to the side in the emerald gown Caleb had insisted on buying, the sapphire pendant heavy around my neck. Across the room, Zara lingered near Caleb in a crimson gown, her every move calculated. She whispered to him, her hand brushing his arm. Caleb chuckled, his expression familiar. Then his gaze met mine. For a brief moment, guilt flashed in his eyes, but it quickly vanished.

Later that night, Caleb tried to make amends. He presented me with a shimmering cloak of custom-spun silk, its fabric glinting like liquid silver. “It reminded me of you,” he said, draping it over my shoulders with practiced tenderness.

I forced a smile, but inside, resentment boiled like a storm waiting to break. These gestures were nothing more than distractions, illusions meant to blind me to the truth.

Caleb’s attentiveness grew suffocating after that. He began scheduling meetings around my availability, brought me roses imported from Italy, and lavished me with promises of private trips to exotic locations.

But his efforts only deepened my resolve.

One afternoon, I sought solace in the pack’s rooftop garden, high above the city streets. Instead, I found Zara standing by a fountain, her phone in hand. She glanced up, her blue eyes narrowing as I approached.

“Luna,” she greeted with a syrupy smile. “Out for some fresh air? Caleb and I were just finalizing the expansion plans for our Singapore office. He’s quite the visionary, isn’t he?”

Her words were deliberate, meant to provoke me. I didn’t bite.

“Is that so?” I replied calmly. My gaze dropped to the delicate chain around her neck—a gold locket I had seen at Caleb’s office days ago.

She smirked, sensing my gaze, and for a moment, her mask slipped. Beneath her polished exterior, she was a woman who took pleasure in my discomfort, seeing me not as Luna but as an obstacle.

When the full moon arrived, Caleb spared no expense. The great hall of the skyscraper was turned into a glittering ballroom, filled with wolves and influential allies.

“To more years of love and loyalty,” Caleb declared, presenting me with a ruby pendant said to be carved from the heart of a fallen star. He fastened the chain around my neck, the crowd erupting in applause.

I smiled as Caleb kissed my cheek, but my fingers gripped the gemstone tightly. In the shadows, I saw Zara watching, her jealousy barely hidden.

They thought I was weak. That I’d stay silent. They were wrong.

The next morning, I stood in the migration office, a sleek, modern space tucked away from the pack’s primary headquarters.

“Ms. Amelia Wren, your allegiance to the Crescent Moon Pack has been officially renounced,” the clerk said, stamping the final document. “Shall I process your Luna bond dissolution?”

“Yes,” I replied, my voice steady.

“This is irreversible,” she warned. “Once the bond is broken, your mate will no longer sense or track you.”

“That’s precisely what I want.” I smiled at her and slid an envelope of cash across the counter. “And that ensures confidentiality.”

The ruby pendant weighed heavily around my neck as I left, its sparkle a cruel reminder of the life I was leaving behind.

In the town square, a massive screen displayed Caleb’s latest press conference: “Alpha Caleb Darkwood Secures Legendary Ruby for His Luna.”

Fascinating, right?

The crowd murmured about how perfect we were. Perfect? They had no idea.

Chapter 02

The unraveling began one night.

I had come home late from a high-profile meeting with the board of Crescent Moon Enterprises, the sprawling tech and real estate empire Caleb ran as Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. The weight of the business dealings and the constant pressure of being his Luna and his corporate partner had me exhausted. Caleb was asleep in our penthouse, his muscular frame sprawled across the silk sheets of our massive bed. The soft glow of city lights filtered through the windows, casting shadows on his peaceful face. At first, everything seemed normal. But then I saw it.

A photo. I grabbed it. Stared at something obvious in the image. The brunette strand of hair resting on Caleb’s chest—it wasn’t mine.

I froze, my breath catching, my heart skipping a beat. 

I clenched my fists, the photo burning in my hand. But I couldn’t react just yet. I approached the bed slowly, my pulse racing, forcing myself to stay calm. I already knew the answer—I just needed confirmation.

"Who is she, Caleb?" I asked, my voice steady, betraying none of the fury building inside me.

Caleb blinked awake, confusion flickering across his face before it shifted to an easy calm, his usual corporate mask slipping into place. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, his golden eyes glinting with that familiar controlled power. "Lia, don’t start. You know my loyalty is to you and the pack."

I held up the photo. "Explain this."

He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair, his expression adopting that all-too-familiar calm. "It’s not what you think. Zara stayed late to go over some financial reports and property acquisitions for the pack. She must have—"

"Must have what?" I cut him off, my voice rising, the tension thickening the air. "Accidentally left a piece of herself in our bed?"

His jaw tightened, the calm slipping for just a second. "You don’t understand the pressure of being Alpha, Amalia. The pack needs unity, and Zara is essential to keeping everything running smoothly. She’s been handling the business side of things so I can focus on the pack."

I didn’t say anything. His words felt like a cheap excuse. A lie.

That night, as Caleb slept beside me, I sat up, holding the photo in my hands. I reached for the pen and paper in the drawer and wrote a goodbye letter—though I wasn’t ready to use it yet. Something inside me had shifted. The trust I once had in Caleb was gone, and I wasn’t sure it could be repaired.

A week later, Caleb hosted a lavish event in the pack’s penthouse at Crescent Moon Tower. The gala was filled with wolves in business suits, influential allies, and powerful werewolves from around the world.

Caleb stood at the center of the room in a tailored Armani suit, exuding power as both a businessman and Alpha. He presented me with another ruby necklace, its red gem gleaming in the light. He kissed my cheek as he fastened it around my neck. "Forgive me," he murmured, but there was no real remorse in his voice.

The crowd cheered, but I barely noticed. Across the room, Zara stood in a tight emerald dress, her eyes fixed on me, filled with barely hidden jealousy. She didn’t just want Caleb—she wanted my place, my title, my life as Luna.

Zara’s true nature was starting to show, not just to me but to everyone around her. She wasn’t content being Caleb’s business partner or his trusted executive advisor. She wanted everything. And Caleb... Caleb was blind to it, or perhaps, he didn’t care enough to notice.

The cracks deepened after that night. At a council meeting, I proposed an alliance with the Bloodstone Pack, a rival group in the tech sector. The deal would give us a foothold in their territory and secure more contracts. But as soon as I presented the proposal, Zara quickly undermined me.

“I’m sure Luna Amalia means well,” Zara said sweetly, her voice sugar-coated. “But wouldn’t it be a bit too risky for Crescent Moon Enterprises to tie itself with Bloodstone right now?”

She didn’t even look at me as she spoke, her tone laced with a passive-aggressive edge. Caleb didn’t even bother to defend me. He simply stayed silent, his eyes unreadable, his face expressionless.

The silence was worse than anything she could’ve said.

At a corporate harvest festival hosted by the pack’s elite, Zara found another way to dig her claws into me. She brought me honey cakes—my favorite treat, the one Caleb had once promised never to let anyone else offer me to ensure the ingredients will be safe for me for I have an allergy.

“Caleb told me how much you love them,” she said with a fake innocence, holding the plate out to me with a sweet smile.

I managed to force a polite smile. "Thank you, Zara. This is so sweet of you."

Later that evening, I overheard her talking to Tyrian, one of the pack’s scouts, in hushed tones. "She doesn’t deserve him," Zara hissed. "She’s weak. A rogue pretending to be Luna."

I felt the sting of her words like a slap to my face. She wasn’t wrong. I had once been an outsider. But Caleb fought for me to be part of his pack.

That night, I retreated to my hidden sanctuary beneath the penthouse, a space I had created for myself, away from Caleb. Here, I kept my escape plans—plans I wasn’t ready to act on yet but knew I would need.

I stared at the newest ruby necklace Caleb had given me. Its weight felt suffocating, a symbol of everything wrong in my life.

Chapter 03

Caleb insisted on another dinner celebration for our anniversary. He’d been busy with work all week, managing his empire that he had built from the ground up. I wasn’t sure if he genuinely wanted to celebrate us or if it was just another way to keep up appearances, but I went along with it anyway. Even disregarding what I saw and heard from Zara earlier.

At the office, Zara intentionally flaunted to her office mates her new diamond ring given to her by rich boyfriend when she saw me stepping out of Caleb’s office. Rich boyfriend, huh?!

Tsk.

I sourly looked at Caleb. How could he calmly cheat on me and continue acting so loving and caring? What an actor!

We were halfway to the restaurant when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, and his jaw tightened.

“An urgent issue at the company,” he said, his voice clipped. “I’ll drop you off and join you later.”

I smiled, the kind of smile I had perfected over the years. "Sure, no problem." But something inside me didn’t buy it. Something about the way he said it, the quick glance at the phone—something wasn’t right. It’s Zara. Obviously.

As the car veered toward the company’s building instead of the restaurant, I caught a faint but familiar scent in the air. Zara. Again. Her vanilla and wild jasmine scent lingered in the car, as though she had just been there.

I pushed the thought away. The more I think of Zara, the more she pisses me off.

That night, I waited for Caleb in the sitting room. It was well past midnight when he finally walked in, surprised to see me still awake. His eyes widened when he saw the small box in my hands.

"Recognize this?" I asked, my voice steady despite the tightness in my chest.

He froze, taking in the mementos inside: movie tickets, a dried lavender sprig, and a photo from our first run together under the full moon. Old memories, moments that once felt real. His expression softened as he reached for the box.

"I’ll fix us, Lia," he whispered, almost pleading. "I swear."

I handed him a sealed envelope. "Open this on the next full moon. It’s my gift to you," I said, unsure if I meant it.

He took the envelope, looking confused, but didn’t question me. He gave me a half-smile and left without another word.

The days leading up to the full moon were a blur. I couldn’t focus on anything except the growing tension between Caleb and me. Something had shifted in him, but I couldn’t pinpoint what. The business was clearly becoming more important to him, and I saw it in his face, his distance, and especially in how often he spent time with Zara.

I went to see Astrid, the pack’s doctor, and my closest confidant. She was one of the few people I trusted completely. We met in her small, cozy apartment.

“Are you sure of your plans?” Astrid asked me. She knew my plan to cut my ties with Caleb and the pack. “Zara’s ambitious. She’s dangerous, Lia. She won’t stop until she’s sitting in your seat. You need to stay sharp."

“There was hesitation, yes. A small part of me questioned if I was making the right decision. But the larger part—” I stared at Astrid, “the part that had been watching Caleb and Zara for weeks now, the way they exchanged glances, the way his eyes softened when she spoke… I was done with waiting and playing a good Luna, Astrid. I wasn’t about to let this continue. If this was the path I was going to take, I wasn’t going to lose.”

Later that afternoon, I took matters into my own hands. The marketplace was as busy as ever, and I made sure my words reached the right ears. I wasn’t subtle. I spread rumors about Zara’s growing influence and her plan to replace me. By the time I left, I knew the whispers had already started. I had time, but not much. Soon, everyone would know the truth: Zara was trying to take everything from me. Caleb, however, seemed oblivious—or maybe he didn’t care.

I had no more time to waste.

That evening, I decided to clear my mind with a walk through the estate grounds. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the rustling leaves matching the swirl of thoughts racing through my mind. I didn’t want to admit, but the weight of everything—Caleb’s betrayal, Zara’s scheming, the entire pack watching my every move—was overwhelming. I had to make a decision, but I needed clarity. Time to stop being reactive and take control.

As I walked into the park, I heard footsteps—quiet, almost too quiet. My wolf, Bella, instantly alerted, my heart rate spiking. I wasn’t alone.

From the shadows, a tall figure emerged, his amber eyes glowing under the moonlight. He wasn’t from the pack, I could tell. His presence was strong and calm, unlike anyone I’d met. He didn’t seem to have an agenda, but there was something magnetic about him, like he was exactly what I needed right now.

"You look like someone about to take down a kingdom," he said, his voice low and oddly familiar.

I raised an eyebrow. "And what if I am?"

A slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Then you’re not alone."

“It’s not a kingdom,” I smiled bitterly. “An empire.”

“I think you might want my help…” He grinned.

“For what cost?”

“Just promise you will leave Caleb…”

I frowned. Not that I care anymore for Caleb, but why did he want that?

“Who are you?” I asked.

He grinned again. “Your knight.”

“I don't need a knight.” I turned my back on him. I walked away and went straight to my husband’s tower.

My husband’s tower, indeed, for I will soon leave him and all he possesses before the next full moon.

Chapter 04

I sneered the moment Caleb turned around for he needed to leave early for another “urgent meeting.” I sipped my coffee, the bitterness grounding me as I mentally replayed Zara’s smug words.

“She’s not as blind as you think.”

Zara’s voice dripped with confidence when she stated that. The nerve of her!

I squinted my eyes and sighed to calm myself. She was right—I wasn’t blind. But I had allowed myself to be silent. She could continue rejoicing but it will be no longer.

I had spent the last few days quietly observing, piecing together the clues they so carelessly left behind. Caleb was growing bolder in his deceit, and Zara was more than happy to flaunt her supposed victory. But I wasn’t ready to lose—not yet.

The next step of my plan was the corporate stronghold. The air inside Crescent Moon Tower buzzed with efficiency, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with expensive cologne. Zara was perched behind Caleb’s desk, her manicured fingers tapping at a keyboard.

“Luna,” Zara said, her tone a mix of mockery and forced politeness. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

I ignored her. I gazed over the office, wandering. Caleb’s chair was angled slightly toward hers, their closeness unmistakable. On the desk was a gold locket—one I had seen Caleb gave her at a gala.

“I just wanted to check on the expansion plans for the Bloodstone territory,” I replied, keeping my voice even. Calm.

Her lips curled into a smirk. “Oh, those? Caleb and I discussed them last night. He agrees with me—it's too risky to proceed right now. But of course, we value your input.”

The barb was subtle but clear. She wanted me to feel irrelevant, powerless. I refused to take the bait. I smiled so sweetly that she could get diabetes.

“Good,” I said. “Because I’ll be presenting an updated proposal to the council next week. After all, Caleb does value unity within the pack, right?”

Her smirk faltered for a fraction of a second before she recovered. “Of… of course,” she said smoothly after almost stuttering, her gaze sharpening.

Satisfied seeing how I’d left her uneasy with just like that, I turned and walked out. As I stepped into the elevator, my fingers itched to crush the phone in my hand. Instead, I pulled up a number to call.

Ethan—the one I had met at the park nights ago.

I had no idea actually why Ethan looked for me. He said he wanted to help. Even though I was curious about his reasons, still it’s unnecessary to ask. His offer was all I needed. For now.

Ethan answered on the second ring, his voice calm and steady. “Amalia.”

“I’m ready to talk,” I hushed.

Ethan chuckled. I wanna drop the call because he didn't sound serious at all. Then, he informed me where and when we will talk personally. He ended the call and I was left staring at his number on my phone’s screen.

I sighed and went to the penthouse.

That evening, I met Ethan in a secluded corner of the rooftop garden. The city lights glittered below, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. He leaned casually against the railing, his amber eyes reflecting the moonlight.

“So,” he began, his tone teasing, “ready to take down the empire now?”

I folded my arms, meeting his gaze head-on. “Not yet. But I’ll need your help when I start.”

His grin widened, and for a moment, I forgot why I had been so wary of him. Ethan exuded a confidence that was magnetic, reassuring even.

“Smart move,” he said. “But if you want my help, you need to know something first.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

He stepped closer, the air between us changed. “Caleb isn’t just cheating on you with Zara. He’s been funneling pack funds into secret accounts—accounts tied to Zara’s name.”

The words hit me like a blow, but I didn’t let my expression falter. “How… How do you know this?”

Ethan snickered. “Let’s just say I have my sources. And I have proof, if…” he trailed off and stared at my eyes, “if only you’re interested.”

I hesitated. I gulped. The weight of his words sinking in. Ethan wasn’t just offering me a lifeline; he was offering me a weapon.

I gazed at him. Searching for something I didn't actually need to look for. I blinked and stepped back from him.

“Send me the proof,” I said finally, my voice steady. “And don’t think for a second that I trust you.”

His laughter was low and rich, like the rumble of thunder. “Fair enough. But trust me when I say this—Caleb’s downfall will be your salvation, Lia.”

I nodded. I’m out of words looking at him.

Must I trust him?

‘Yes!’ Bella excitedly answered.

“Are you with me or not?” Ethan asked with another grin on his lips.

I nodded slowly.

“I wanna hear confirmation, Lia.”

“Me being here is already a confirmation, Ethan.”

“It’s just yes or no, Lia. Are you with me or not?”

I pursed my lips. “Yes, I am…”

“You are?”

“With you…” I didn’t know why it’s hard for me to say that. Not because I care much for still being married to Caleb. It's just that I felt there was another deep meaning of it as I say it.

“With me.” Ethan smiled widely at me. “Why do I feel you are sounding nervous?”

“Enough with your teasing tone, Mr—” I was lost. I had no idea of his last name. Much as I wanted formality, I can’t go through it because I only know his first name.

“Ethan Wolfhart.” He smiled.

“Mr. Wolfhart then.” I squinted my eyes. “And I meant it, please stop your teasing tone. I’m not used to it and—” I ended what I was saying. I sighed.

“And?”

“I’m not here making friends with you…” I stated. “I hope you get what I mean.”

“I told you to fix it!” Caleb barked. He was pacing the living room with his phone pressed to his ear. “I don’t care how it happens—just make sure it’s handled before the council meeting!”

He spotted me hovering at the edge of the room and, like magic, the rage vanished. His face smoothed into something softer, a mask that I’d once believed was real.

“Morning, Lia,” he said with a warm tone. He moved toward me, his smile so polished. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” I lied, watching him closely. “Everything okay?”

“Just pack matters,” he replied with a dismissive wave. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

He leaned in to kiss my cheek, and I let him. His lips brushed my skin, but the gesture was empty, hollow. A habit, not a connection.

As he disappeared into his office, I retreated back to the master’s bedroom. My phone was still on the desk where I’d left it. Ethan’s message from stared back at me.

ETHAN: Check your email.

My heart thudded as I opened the email. The attachments loaded one by one: bank transfers, encrypted messages, photographs of Caleb and Zara in shadowy corners of Crescent Moon Tower. My hands trembled as I scrolled through the damning evidence. Ethan hadn’t been exaggerating. This wasn’t just betrayal—it was calculated, ruthless.

The final attachment was a video, dated last week. I hit play, and the air seemed to drain from the room.

Caleb and Zara were in a private boardroom. Zara leaned casually against the table, her smirk sharp enough to cut.

“She’ll figure it out eventually,” Zara said, her tone half-warning, half-mocking. “You can’t hide everything forever. You should divorce her and make me—”

“I love her.” Caleb leaned back, smirking. “And Amalia doesn’t need to know. As long as she loves me, we’re fine.”

Zara raised an eyebrow. “And when she realizes about us?”