The disrespected Luna

For five years, Ciara Mendel played the perfect wife. Gentle, loyal, never a word of complaint. From the moment she became Nelson's mate, she gave him everything. her love, her time, her patience, and, most of all, her silence. She followed the wolf laws, nodded along with the bloodline rules, and took her spot as an outsider in Nelson's powerful alpha family.

Ciara didn't come from noble blood. She wasn't strong or special-not in the way the others cared about. But her love for Nelson was real. That love kept her going through the cold stares from the elders, through the whispers that trailed behind her in the hallways. She pretended she didn't hear when the others said she wasn't worthy to stand beside their alpha.

She told herself that love would be enough. That loyalty would matter. She was sure of it.

She was wrong.

The truth hit her on a quiet afternoon. She came home early, wanting to surprise Nelson with his favorite meal. She was even smiling as she walked down the hall, picturing his face.

She opened their bedroom door-and everything stopped.

There was Nelson on their bed. Next to him, another woman. A young she-wolf, beautiful, purebred. The scent in the room was thick, unmistakable. Ciara just stood there, frozen, her heart shattering into pieces too small to ever find again. Nelson looked at her-shocked, not sorry. The other woman ducked behind him, playing innocent.

That was it. Something in Ciara broke, and she didn't bother trying to put herself back together.

That day, the old Ciara Mendel vanished. Someone new took her place.

Now, she sat in Nelson's study, holding a thick folder. Her face was calm, almost cold. No one would have guessed what was burning inside her.

She walked over and set the documents on his desk. "These are the quarterly financial reports," she said, her voice soft and steady.

Nelson glanced at the papers, not worried, not suspicious. He trusted her. Why wouldn't he? Ciara had always been obedient, always harmless.

He had no idea that, tucked beneath the last page, she'd hidden divorce papers.

Ciara smiled. For the first time in five years, her smile was hers alone.

Nelson caught the edge in her expression and frowned. "Are you angry?" he asked, his voice all calm, but his eyes searching.

Ciara met his gaze, slow and deliberate. "Not anymore," she said.

Her words were cold, sharp-like the snap of winter air.

Nelson looked uneasy, but he shrugged it off. He still thought he was in control. He was the alpha, the strong one. Ciara was just his weak little human mate... at least, that's what he believed.

That night, the house was silent. A different kind of silence. The start of a quiet war.

Nelson expected things to go back to normal. He figured Ciara would cry, beg, maybe even forgive him like always.

But she didn't.

She stopped waiting for him. Stopped asking questions. Stopped caring.

She moved through the house like a stranger-eyes far away, heart locked tight. Every step was careful, every move deliberate.

While Nelson slept, Ciara made her plans. She read up on wolf laws, divorce rights, property rules, even tracked down hidden accounts. She collected proof of Nelson's betrayal. She protected herself, quietly. Nobody noticed.

She wasn't the weak wife anymore.

She was finally awake.