Chapter 2
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"Welcome! Are you a friend of the bride?"
The hostess at the entrance greeted me with a dazzling smile.
I took off my sunglasses and met her gaze.
Her smile froze instantly.
I didn’t answer. I walked straight inside.
The venue was a parade of decadence—crystal chandeliers dripped with imported flowers, a red carpet led to a glass altar, and a dozen photographers circled the couple like vultures around royalty.
And there she was—Felicity Simons—draped in a wedding gown that shimmered like sunrise, standing beside my husband, smiling like she owned the world.
Logan leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, the cameras eating it up like they were the perfect couple.
I swallowed the bile rising in my throat and stepped forward.
The buzz in the room dimmed. Chatter faded. All eyes turned as I approached.
Felicity spotted me. Her smile flickered—then returned, wider, almost gloating.
“Oh! Meghan?” she chirped. “I thought you wouldn’t dare show up!”
“You asked me to handle cleanup, didn’t you?” I replied sweetly. “Figured I’d come see what mess needs mopping.”
Logan walked over, tension creeping across his face. “What are you doing here?”
“Attending the wedding of my ‘friend’ and my husband,” I said, locking eyes with him. “Got a problem with that, sweetheart?”
Silence rippled across the room.
Guests began whispering:
“Wait—is she really Logan’s wife?”
“I heard it was just a business marriage… yikes.”
“This is getting wild…”
Felicity didn’t flinch. She looped her arm through Logan’s.
“Oh Meghan, don’t be so dramatic. We just happened to find happiness first.”
I stared her down. “Sleeping with someone else’s husband is happiness to you?”
“Correction,” she smiled, “your ex-husband. Divorce papers are filed. Just waiting on your signature.”
“You really do love promotion.” I snorted. “From ‘classmate’ to ‘sister’ to ‘bride’—quite the ladder you’ve climbed.”
Her face twitched. “So, you know.”
I leaned in close. “You thought you could hide it forever?”
“Felicity Simons,” I said slowly, “you’re the illegitimate daughter of my father and a fallen wolf tribe woman. You were never a Simons. You’re a Holloway.”
Her pupils trembled, but she kept smiling. “And yet, even as your sister, Logan chose me.”
I turned to Logan. “Do you even know who she is? Do you care how she wormed her way into your life? What do you love more—her pedigree or the pup in her belly?”
Logan stayed quiet, gripping Felicity’s hand tighter.
“You’re pregnant?” I looked at her.
She stroked her stomach proudly. “Three months. You never could conceive, right? Guess Alpha blood only works for true love.”
I nodded. “How poetic.”
Then I pulled a folded ultrasound from my clutch and flung it at her.
“Too bad I’m pregnant too. Two weeks ahead of you.”
Gasps exploded from the crowd.
Felicity’s expression shattered. Even Logan’s mask cracked.
I addressed the guests:
“I endured all his betrayal and coldness because I once believed I’d chosen him. But now I see—he was never a partner. Just a parasite. Feeding off my family, my position, and my name.”
I looked Logan straight in the eye. “You weren’t beneath me—you were never even worthy of me.”
Finally, he spoke, voice low. “Meghan, calm down… this isn’t what you think—”
“Isn’t what I think?” I laughed, voice shaking with fury. “Then explain the wedding tux, the vows, the kissing photos. Is this some twisted theatre piece?”
He hesitated, glancing at Felicity.
I stepped closer, voice like a blade. “You’ve been planning this escape, haven’t you?”
A pause.
“You know our marriage was never real,” he said softly.
“Don’t feed me that family-arranged crap,” I snapped. “You were the one camped outside my pack begging for attention. The one who begged to come to the Alpha council banquet. The one who called me ‘Luna’ in bed while promising forever.”
His jaw clenched. “I never said I didn’t love you.”
“You never did,” I said, seething. “You loved the board seat. You loved the Beta pass I gave you. You loved what I built—and you stole every bit of it.”
His voice turned cold. “And you? You used me too—as your husband’s title for your own leverage.”
I laughed. “If I were using someone, I’d pick a far better option than you.”
Felicity tried to step in. “Alright, that’s enough. Don’t torture yourself like this, Meghan—”
I turned on her. “Shut up. You don’t get to play peacemaker in the story you ruined.”
I stepped right up to Logan, locking eyes with him.
“You chose betrayal. Don’t expect mercy. I’ll make sure you never take another step in wolf society. Even if you crawl to the fallen tribes, I’ll see to it that you stay an Omega forever—unawakened. Forgotten.”
Logan’s face finally dropped.
I turned and walked down the aisle, my heels biting into the red carpet like punishment.
That night, in the Holloway estate.
I sat on the balcony, scrolling through dozens of voice messages from Felicity.
【You think this is over?】
【You don’t have the guts to keep that pup.】
【You think you're the main character? Please. I’m the one your daddy left behind. Not you.】
I played every one, calm as ice.
“Anna,” I said, lifting my phone.
“Yes, Luna?”
“I need a drone, a paternity test, a hidden camera file, and—contact Elias.”
“...Beta Elias? Are you sure?”
“Tell him,” I said, smiling. “The game’s about to begin.”
Outside, the moon blazed too brightly. Silver light poured over me like judgment.
And then—time seemed to freeze.
Lunara’s voice echoed, powerful and cold:
“She seeks to steal your destiny, not knowing—
the true Luna cannot be replaced.”
I closed my eyes and whispered back:
“Then I’ll rip their masks off, one by one.”
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