Chapter 2

I never thought Ethan would betray me.

The day I found out about his betrayal was exactly our 5,200th day since we became mates.

We grew up together. We ran and played in the same Pack territory as pups, trained together as teenagers, and mated when we came of age. Over fourteen years of history.

Yet, it all crumbled before the tears of an Omega who came out of nowhere.

Back then, Ethan always came home late, using Pack business as an excuse.

My friends in the Pack used to tease me, asking if I was worried he was having an affair.

I would just smile indifferently.

"Why should I worry? If a man betrays his mate, you just throw him out."

But I had overestimated Ethan’s loyalty, and I had severely underestimated my love for him.

Loving someone more than yourself always backfires.

My karma arrived right on schedule.

Ethan had spent $500,000 on that Omega.

One of his buddies accidentally let it slip during a Pack dinner.

The entire table fell dead silent.

That was the day I hated remembering the most.

Because that was also the day I found out I was pregnant with our first pup.

I had planned to announce the wonderful news at that very dinner.

Instead, I ended up demanding to know who the Omega was, looking like a hysterical, bitter woman.

When I confronted Sienna, the man who had never spoken a single harsh word to me in his life actually shielded her. He yelled at me.

"Have you had enough?!"

"I’m sorry, Sarah. I seduced Ethan. If you want to hit someone, hit me," Sienna cried, looking fragile and helpless.

Losing my mind, I shoved Ethan aside and slapped Sienna across her delicate face.

Ethan immediately pulled the sobbing woman into his arms, glaring at me with pure resentment.

"Sarah, don't cross the line!"

"You're always so dominant, forcing me to do this and that. What’s wrong with me spending some money on her?!"

Those words shattered my heart. I stood there, shaking with rage.

From that day on, Ethan and I entered a cold war.

Everyone assumed he would be the first to bow down and apologize.

After all, it was clearly his fault, and he had been completely submissive to me for years.

But in the end, I was the one who used our unborn pup to force him back home.

I never realized I loved Ethan so blindly.

Since we were pups, he was always the one chasing after me, the one sacrificing for me.

The moment I realized I couldn't lose him, I actually began to question myself.

*Was I really too harsh on him?*

So when I called him that day, I swallowed my pride and said so many submissive things through our mind link.

"Just come home. If you break things off with that Omega, we can pretend none of this ever happened, okay?"

My voice was incredibly small, almost begging.

But he said no.

He said he had to protect Sienna.

"She’s an Omega who came all the way from the Iron Crest Pack. It’s been so hard for her. I need to make things right for her."

To get him back, I even agreed to pay Sienna a monthly allowance.

I thought that would finally be enough.

But Ethan kept running out of the house day after day.

If someone in the Pack gifted us some high-quality dried meat, he had to take it to Sienna.

If there was a hunting festival, he had to take Sienna so she could experience the world.

He even built her a private cottage.

When a rogue wolf harassed Sienna, Ethan didn't hesitate to tear the guy to shreds.

"When you did that, did you think about me? Did you think about the pup in my womb?" I demanded, my eyes burning with tears.

But Ethan just accused me of being heartless. He grabbed our framed anniversary photo and smashed it on the floor.

The glass shattered, and a giant crack split right down the middle, separating Ethan and me.

A broken mirror can never be put back together.

Unfortunately, I was too young and foolish to understand that back then.

On our anniversary, I waited at a restaurant I had booked months in advance until closing time.

But all I got was an update on Sienna’s social feed.

"Thank you for showing me that being imperfect is also a reason to be loved."

In the photo, she was wearing the latest Chanel haute couture dress and carrying a Louis Vuitton bag.

They were identical to the ones I owned.

She was mocking me, showing me that whatever I had, she would get too.

Ethan was using my lifestyle to pamper her all over again.

In an instant, a wave of nausea and unspeakable fury washed over me.

Crying hysterically, I drove straight to the cottage Ethan had built for her.

The moment I pushed the door open, I froze.

Sienna was wearing the exact white dress I wore at my mating ceremony.

They were kissing.

I completely lost my mind.

I screamed, rushing forward to tear them apart.

In the chaotic scuffle, Sienna gave me a hard shove.

I fell backward, hitting the floor.

Blood quickly stained the floorboards.