Page 47 of A Luna's Revenge

I am worth so much more than being someone's plaything to toss away at will. And, honestly, Tracy Vincent should have more self-worth. If she stoops to the level of cheating with a married man, she is just as bad as he. We femalescould fix the world if we would only be girl’s girls and have each other’s backs. I sigh at the sadness of it all.

I make it to the office without meeting anyone. Once inside, I consider my next step. I have to put things in place, so there is no way Jenson can track me down. I want to be left alone until I am ready to return, if I ever am.

I open the package with my purchases from town and retrieve my new cell phone and hologram device.

Even though I created the program that drives the hologram devices, a different manufacturer produces and sells the product. I believe it’s Jenson behind that, as he always tries to repress my independence. He’s never been successful in quelling that part of me; it merely causes me to conceal it.

The cell is untraceable as it’s on a different plan and has no ties to Jenson or this address. Turning it on, I install the anti-tracking software I developed. I turn on the hologram device and do the same.

While those are loading, I open my old hologram device for the final time. I want the pack to remain safe, so I update and strengthen all pack network systems. I push an email out to everyone with the latest software to upload to various devices that will protect them. I upload all important files, emails, and anything else they will need in the immediate future for the systems while creating a back door for me in case I need it.

Next, I email our lead tech under me and advise him of where the emergency information folder is located on the server and ask if he has any questions for me. I set a timer on my new phone to remind me to schedule the mailbox deletion tomorrow. I then wipe clean my old device so that nothing can ever be retrieved from it. I close the lid and place it in the desk drawer. I am keeping my cell phone until after I leave.

The rest of my day is spent packing and sending boxes over to my parents’ house for storage. With that chorecompleted, I load my SUV with the items I will take with me. I am not taking all my clothesanddidn’t even thin my closet down; I don’t want to give Jenson any prior warnings about my leaving.

My ultimate plan is to return once I remove the mate bondso I can help Jenson get back to his rightful role of leading to try to save the pack. But I won’t be returning as his mate.

Once the mate bond is removed, I will be free to help Jenson without pain or ties. Jenson is running the pack into the ground with his diversions right now; and while I am a little hurt that no one told me what Jenson was so obviously up to, they don’t deserve being destroyed.

Besides, my Mom and Dad live here, and so are other people I’ve grown up with and love; those who I know would have told me what Jenson was doing had they known. Once the pack is safe, I will move on and find my own happiness; and Jenson can be a happy playboy Alpha without repercussions on the pack.

Pulling myself out of my musings, I completely clean out any personal items in my office and put them in the trash. Taking the bag out of the can, I toss it into the big cans in the office service room.

Taking the back exit out of the office, I head to Mom and Dad's for one last goodbye.

After a short visit, I hug and kiss my parents, I make my way back to the pack house. Not sure when I ate last, I stop by the fridge and make myself a sandwich. Grabbing a bottle of water and an apple too, I go up to my room.

While eating, I note the one outfit and one old silky short PJ set I’ve inconspicuously laid out.

I concluded all the tech business I needed to keep the pack safe and with all evidence of my day's activities destroyed, I think everything is set in motion.

I change into my short, silky PJs, pull back the blanket on the bed, and crawl in for the last time.

Reaching over to the nightstand, I take two sleep aids and fall into apeaceful sleep, where I can simply forget.

The morning dawns quietly. Ironically, Jenson is in bed beside me. I look at his tired, sleeping face, sadly.Being faithless is hard, honey.I think sarcastically.I’ve known this man for my entire twenty-three years. One selfish act on his part has destroyed everything we ever had.

My thoughts drift to every tender moment we have ever shared, and then, like fragile glass, each sweet memory is shattered by the painful image of his indiscretions—skank.

I have to face it and push through to the end of this. This wasn't my doing; it was his. I softly caress his cheek and gently kiss his lips for the last time. I am not kissing the lothario he has become, but the sweet, honorable male he was once. Swallowing the knot in my throat. I whisper. "Goodbye, my love. Enjoy your new playboy life and your new heir. It has cost you me." I whisper. He didn't even stir; he is beyond exhausted.

I rise from bed and dress. Today, my last day here, I want to leave a good impression. And as in my dream, I make my way around the packhouse and visit a short while with each wolf as I can.

I go up and chat with Lou for a few minutes. Trying to reach out to as many as I can today before I leave. They don't know it's goodbye, but I do. I want no regrets.

I go into the main room of the pack house and visit. Then the gym. Several of the Enforcers are there. A good caliber of shifters. I see Reggie’s dark head, and my tongue darts out, moistening my dry lips as I remember those delicious kisses.“That male is a snack.”Lana smiles wolfishly. His dark wavy hair hangs in gentle waves past his shoulders. He usually keeps it in a man bun or a ponytail, but I personally think he ismore attractive with it just hanging loose. Across the room, he smiles charmingly at me. His amber eyes mischievously twinkle as I give him a smile.

I then make my way back to the kitchen and sit down at the bar. Mary passes me a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. I indulge, as this will be my last meal with my pack.

After eating, I take my dishes and load them in the dishwasher. “Mary, when you see Jenson, please tell him that I am going into town to run some errands.”

“Sure will, Luna.” She replies.

I grab my device bag and my purse and walk through the crowded pack house to get into my SUV. As I pull out of the garage, Reggie is standing there. I ease to a stop, rolling my window down, I look at him questioningly. He coughs, “Charlie, with everything you shared with me, and by the looks of your SUV,” He gestures to the boxes and suitcases in the back of my vehicle. “I believe you are leaving.”

I nod. “But that is a secret. He’ll find out later today. Okay?”

“It didn’t even occur to me to tell him.” We speak quietly; you never know when the forest will have ears.

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