Page 9 of A Luna's Revenge

It's time to dispose of the evidence by dumping out the itching powder, rinsing the bottle, and destroying the label.

I use the time Jenson is occupied with the doctor to pack up my remaining belongings. I leave out one outfit and one old silky short PJ set.

My makeup, hair dryer, flat irons, shampoos, creams, and everything else I plan to take have already been loaded in my SUV. That includes the safe with my money, jewelry, essential documents, and my new hologram device. I left my old hologram deviceand the keys I no longer need on my desk. My office door is closed but unlocked.

I’ve already received a reply from the tech andanswered all his questions. I scheduled my email to be deleted at noontomorrow with no forwarding address. With all evidence of my day's activities gone, I believe 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 into the nightstand, I take two melatonin supplements and fall into a blissful sleep.

It's late when Jenson makes his way into the room. I peek at the clock, and it’s just past 11:00 p.m. My back is to him as he stumbles to the bed and drops. I am not sure if he is intoxicated on alcohol or Benadryl, and as per my new normal, I don't care. He is snoring before his head touches the pillow. Being at the skank’s beck and call must be tiring.

Not ten minutes have passed when the skank starts screaming the house down for the third time today. Ah. The snake has come out to get warm and cuddle.

Jenson shoots up in the bed, screaming as well. Startled, I am knocked out of the bed backward and hit the floor hard.Ouch. That will leave a mark.

Jenson ignores me and rushes out the door as if he didn't just cause me tofall out of bed. I hear multiple voices outside my door as everyone who is still at the pack house or staying here has come to see who is being murdered now. Huffing, I crawl back in the bed to sleep.

Chapter 6 - The Mate Bond

Charlie-Devastation Day 3

The morning dawns quietly. Ironically, I find Jenson in bed beside me. I look at his tired, sleeping face sadly. I’ve known this male for my entire twenty-three years. One selfish act on his part has destroyed everything we had.

I have to face it and push through to the end of this. This wasn't my doing; it was his. I rub his poor bald head and gently kiss his lips. He is so exhausted thathe doesn’t stir. "Goodbye, my love. Enjoy your heir. It has cost you me." I whisper. “If that matters.”

I rise from bed and dress. Today, my last day here, I want to leave a good impression. I start during breakfast in thekitchen, talking with my pack mates. Some of them can't look me in the eye, especially those who have established themselves as skank's courtiers. I am kind to all.

Next, I go up and chat with Lou for a few minutes. I am 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 here—a good caliber of males. I hug Reggie. He smiles charmingly at me. I 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 the last meal I get from her.

As Mary and I are enjoying each other's company, Jenson comes racing down the stairs, dragging a welted skank behind him. He searches the room until he finds me. "You!" He yells, pointing at me. The fork I have poised at my mouth drops from my hand. I look at him wide-eyed. Honestly, I am shocked that he is yelling at me; he has never done that before. "You did this, didn't you?" He points at a distressed but smug Tracy, aka the skank, who is covered with red welts that I assume are from the poison ivy-laced lotions I left her, and her hair hangs in strings over her bald head. Smiling, I admire my handiwork for a moment.

“How could you do this, Charlie?” Jenson’s voice is laced with contempt. “What if you had hurt my pup? Why did you do this?”

I don't know what to say. I look around me. Everything has gone perfectly still in the pack house. Even though no one can look me in the eye, they are waiting and watching to see what will happen next.

"She found some lotion and body wash in a gift basket, claiming to be from me. You did this! Didn't you?" He continues to shout at me. “All these hi-jinks have been you. How do youthink this makes her feel being targeted in such a way? Very mature, Charlie!”

I had realized too late that the lotion was too much, and I had gone too far, showing my hand.

However, I stood from the bar stool and stretched to my full height. Anger flashing in my eyes and lacing my words, "Just tell meWHATyou expect from me, Jenson, meek and humble submission when you have rubbed yourPREGNANTmistress in my face?” My words ring through the room, heavy with contempt.

The skank tilts her chin up, smirking at me once again. Like a sharkcircling her prey, she can scent my blood in the water and already tastes her meal.

“Do you expect me to cheer with everyone else and go out to buy baby clothes for your littleblessing?”I continue with a sneer. “The proof that you cheated on me!"I point an accusing finger at skank.

He flinches after each sentence. His anger quickly doused with each word.

“I stared in disbelief as you took her on picnics toourbeloved meadow, where we experienced cherished events in our relationship.

“I’ve stood back and watched in despair at her simpering and smirking at me while you doted on her every whim, and you expect me to be what—a machine? Accepting? Normal? Subservient?

"How about how I feel as I gazed in anguish as you hand-fed her; a precious, loving act between mates. You ripped my heart out by doing it. Do you even know or care whether I’ve been able to keep food on my stomach since she showed up here, let alone eat? Because let me tell you,JENSON,the nausea has been all-consuming!”

I barely pause for breath. "I’ve been heartsick, Jenson, at your betrayal!Did you stop even once to consider how I might feel?"

I catch a glimpse of Reggie emerging from the basement workout room as I continue to vent my frustrations at Jenson.

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