His Luna Claimed Vengeance After the Operating Table

3 a.m.

A call from the healer’s den shattered the illusion of a six-year mate bond.

When Meadow, the pack healer, handed me the diamond ring and key card taken from my mate outside the ICU, the depths of his betrayal hit me—tainted with blood and deceit.

***

Twenty minutes later, I rushed into the healer’s den, my heart pounding in my chest. Dr. Gregory Perry, the lead pack healer, stood with a somber expression. His alpha tone, though calm, carried the weight of authority. “Luna Kaylee, your mate is in hypovolemic shock. Initial assessment suggests… a foreign object was inserted, causing severe urethral tears and damage to an artery.”

My breath hitched. “What… do you mean?”

My mind spun with confusion, the bond between us flickering faintly in the back of my awareness. My wolf stirred, sensing my distress, but I pushed her down. This wasn’t the time.

Meadow Montgomery stepped forward, her voice steady but laced with concern. She handed me a clear plastic bag. “These were removed from him. Please confirm, Luna.”

I glanced at the bag and immediately recognized his ID, the photo of my mate staring back at me. Beside it was a key card—Hilton Hotel, Room 1708. The two cards were stuck together with some unknown substance.

My chest tightened, and for a moment, the room blurred around me. My wolf whined softly in my mind, but I forced myself to focus.

The nurse, quick on her feet, steadied me. “Luna, are you alright?”

A sharp “ding” snapped me back to reality—the notification tone from a message. The sound came from the belongings bag I held. Inside, alongside the ID and key card, was his phone. The screen lit up with a message notification. After trying the password three times, the phone locked.

I handed it to the nurse, my voice strained. “I’m sorry, Nurse, I need my mate’s fingerprint to unlock it. All our funds are tied to this phone.”

She nodded, understanding the urgency, and returned moments later with the phone unlocked. “Luna, please handle this quickly. The surgical team needs answers.”

I nodded and took the phone, the screen still on the chat interface. At the top was a chat labeled [Freyja].

My hands trembled as I scrolled through the messages, the words cutting deeper than any claw mark—

**Freyja:** *It’s a total disaster. What did you buy me? It was delivered right to the office. I opened it, and it spilled everywhere. Everyone saw it.*

**Anthony:** *Did it arrive that fast? Freyja, I can’t wait until next week. Can you come over tonight and sort it out for me?*

**Freyja:** *Don’t you have to deal with that lifeless lump at home?*

**Anthony:** *Please don’t mention her. It makes me sick. She’s just a shadow in the den, can’t even stand touching her. The difference between you two is night and day. When you’re in bed, you’re a goddess.*

Message sent at 5:30 p.m.

My breath came in shallow gasps, the