Page 2 of A Luna's Revenge

It’s almost impossible to take a full breath. If I don't leave soon, I won't be able to walk out under my own power. I feel the mate bond becoming fragile in my chest due to the pain and negligence. He, however, doesn’t even feel it weakening if his face is anything to go by. He doesn’t even flinch. He is still staring at the skank, who is giving him a fake innocent smile while rubbing her stomach provocatively.

Before I get through the door, someone rushes in with a tray of steaming food. Jenson jumps up and places it onthe coffee table. He grabs the pillows and begins stuffing them around Tracy, fussing over her; he sits next to her in a vacant chair and props up her legs on the ottoman they brought in. Placing the throw over her legs, he begins offering her food and water from the tray.

What the–what? He is feeding her! My heart shatters in my chest. Everyone knows that feeding each other is a sacred act between mates. But no one even flinches. They all seem to be beaming at the sight. Jenson’s mother clutches her chest with tears in her eyes. She beams at her mate, who grins back at her. “A grandpup.” She mouths. She suddenly notices my devastated countenance and at least has the decency to look away guiltily.

I can't stand to watch any longer. I swallow my emotions as a mask drops over my face. Before I shove that fork in Jenson’s groin or my mother-in-law’s face, I stand and gracefully walk out the door with my head held high.

Thankfully, I make it to the bathroom in my apartment before I get sick. I fall in front of the toilet, weakly wiping my mouth with tissue. Oddly enough, tears never come. I am lightheaded and cold, shattered and broken, but the only thing I can do is dry heave when the meager contents of my stomach are emptied.

I sit back on the floor, leaning against the wall. I didn't sign up for this. I need to figure out what I will do to remedy this problem. The problem that began with Jenson.

Chapter 2 - The Plan

Charlie

This is a gut punch, and I am devastated. However, I won’t allow myself to take this meekly. I have a duty to my wolf and myself to survive it."Lana?"I address my wolf."Are you okay?"Her only response is to curl up more tightly and continue to sob quietly."We will get through this!"I promise.

I need normalcy and routine right now, so I go to the closet and pull on my workout gear, a pair of leggings with a matching sports bra and tank. I head out of the apartment and down to the basement gym. It’s early in the morning, so the gym is mostly empty. I spend the next hour going through my training regimen, using the bag, lifting weights, etc. After that, I spar with pack members who have begun to show up.

I have to admit that due to my strict workout plan, I have abs and a butt you can bounce quarters off. However, there is a lot of good that does me; my partner still strayed. Our sex life has never slowed or got boring, at least not for me. It just goes to show you that it isn't my fault. It rarely is the cheated-on partner's fault. It’s a selfish character flaw in the cheater.

After my workout, I go up to the kitchen. As expected, Mary, our kitchen guru, has a smoothie, a wheatgrass shot, and a healthy snack prepared for me. I don’t expect to seethe skank holding court at a nearby table. She is having a second breakfast, surrounded by everyone from the meeting earlier, including my husband, who continues to offer her bites of food. More pack members are gathered around, chatting and laughing. A few even rub her stomach. It’s sickening. She catches me looking and smirks.

Meanwhile, the pack members who aren't openly staring at me are avoiding eye contact, showing their necks in submission.Bah!I think to myself.What about loyalty?Having had my fill of the circus show, I gulp down my smoothie, sling back the shot, pick up my snack bag, and leave after thanking Mary.

Once I have showered and changed, I go to my office. Lou's eyes are averted. "Lou, I can't find my office key, and Alpha is otherwise occupied. Can you get someone here to open my office and change the lock?" I lie. I know exactly where my keys are, but I have plans for the next couple of days, and I want my office to be inaccessible to anyone else besides me.

"Oh, sure, Luna." Lou smiles at me and immediately calls maintenance. Within minutes, my door is open. Sitting at my desk, I watch the maintenance guy change the lock on my door.

The way the offices are situated, Jenson's is directly across from mine with Lou's desk between. Through the opendoorway, I watch Jenson usher skank into his office and close the door behind them.

"That should do it, Luna." The maintenance guy closes the door, trying the lock. As he hands me the keys, I thank him. He walks out the door, leaving it open.

Within minutes, Jenson comes out of his office and into mine. "Hello, Love." He whispers sexily, reaching out to pull me against him. Closing the door with his foot, he trails his lips down my neck.

I push him back, "Jenson! What are you doing?" My stomach is tossing with repulsion. He can’t be this clueless, can he?

"Nothing we haven't ever done before right here on this desk." He grins, wagging his eyebrows.

"Maybe." I said, "But you never had a baby momma tailing you before." I point behind him at the door.

Right at that moment, the banging starts. "Jenson!" skank whines loudly through the door. "I'm cold. Come adjust the thermostat for me."

He sighs and drops his head. I smirk.No more play time with this girl, Daddy!I think to myself.

His shoulders slump in defeat as he opens the door and walks back to his office without saying another word, with the skank waddling closely behind like a little duckling.

Well, bullet dodged! If he thinks he is getting back into my panties, he is sadly mistaken! Slamming the door, I sit down at my desk to make plans.

My workload has just tripled, but it will soon drop to zero. I am the pack security specialist. Along with my Luna duties, it’s also my job to ensure the pack is safe from a tech standpoint. Security, cameras, intel, hacking, and anything related all fall under my expertise.

The first on my list is investigating skank. After getting a few hits on the dark web, I pick up my cell and call my trusted private eye.

“Investigations,”Bill answers the phone gruffly. “How can I help you?”

"Hey, Bill. I have an urgent job for you. I need details ASAP. I'll send you the file via our secure email box."

"Sounds good, Luna. I'll get results for you as soon as I can." He hangs up. Bill is efficient like that. It’s one of the reasons I use him as much as I do. He is the best and doesn't waste my time. I forward the file. Now we wait.

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