Chapter 50 Chapter 0050

Chapter 50 Chapter 0050
•RAVEN•

"Why did I never tell you?" I scoffed and thought of how he had banished me before after lying that I threatened his life.

I was beaten up and he did nothing about it because didn't want the pack to know he lied about everything that he told the elders.

"Well, let me guess," I said, frowning. "You cheated on me with my sister and broke the agreement that we had. So, what did you expect me to do when you had the nerve to sleep with her on the same bed that I shared with you?"

"My relationship with Rumi doesn't mean you have to hide the news about my child from me," he answered, his voice rough. "You knew we would break up one day, and June is only two months away."

"Is that the reason why you lied to the elders about our divorce?" I asked as I folded my arms across my chest. "You almost banished me for something that wasn't even my fault. You're the one who didn't want to sign the divorce papers."

His jaw tightened before he answered. "This is not about our failed marriage. This is about the pregnancy that you hid from me."

"Well, now that you know, what will be my fate?" I asked, straightening my head, and waiting to see how he would handle the lies he had told everyone.

He looked at me for a long moment before he walked toward the door and left.

I stood at the center of the council hall, closed my eyes, and exhaled.

I thought of how close I had been to being banished all over again. But this time, I wouldn't leave without making them all pay.

Rumi cost me my life and my child's life when she stabbed me in the back and slept with Tristan.



The pack was gathered in the courtyard when I walked out. They had been informed about the trial of their Luna.

Tristan and the elders probably walked out of the council hall in frustration and didn't bother informing the rest of the pack about the meeting's outcome.

They were so sure that I wouldn't spend the night in the Blackwood pack.

And when I saw Rumi among them, I leaned toward the circle with my hands clasped in front of me. I kept my face calm and composed.

"I greet you all," I said, raising my voice so all of them could hear me. "As you've all been informed, there was a misunderstanding between the Alpha and me, and you don't have to worry about a thing. I am still the Luna—" I looked at Rumi. "So, please, return to your homes and be warm."

"Is it true that you assaulted the Alpha?" A pack member asked from the back.

"No, I would never lay a hand on my husband and Alpha," I answered, keeping my voice controlled. "I have been with Alpha Tristan for five years and have never had a physical fight with him. I grew up in this pack since I was ten, so I know all our rules and consequences when breaking those rules."

"Is your trial over, Luna?" An elderly woman asked, and I smiled as I turned to her.

"Yes, the trial is over because there is no case. Someone spread false news about the Alpha and me, but that has been resolved. You can all return to your respective homes before the sky becomes dark."

"We love you, Luna!" They shouted as they turned around and walked to their homes.

I stood there for a moment and watched as they whispered to each other. I knew some of them hated me and would've wanted me gone, but they were the least of my problems.

Rumi was still standing near the oak tree. She frowned when our eyes met.

I couldn't confront her before, but now I had a chance to give her a piece of my mind.

She was my sister, whom I trusted with my whole heart. I liked her better than Katerina and Tamara. She and I grew up as friends.

She was the last person I thought would stab me in the back.

"Rumi," I muttered when she leaned toward me. "What a pleasure to see you again."

"Did you threaten Tristan and the elders to let you go?"

"Tristan is my husband and I am the Luna of this pack," I hissed as I closed the small gap between us. "You made a mistake when you went into bed with my husband in our own home."

Her jaw tightened.

"Raven," she scoffed. "You don't understand the full situation—"

"I understand it completely," I answered. "I understand that you came into my home, and slept with my husband in our bed. Not because you didn't know better. But because you want what I have."

"Tristan and I—"

"Tristan is my husband," I replied, cutting her off again. "And I am still the Luna of this pack today."

She narrowed her eyes and scoffed. "Katerina was right, our mother should've left you to die in the human territories. You were never supposed to be here."

"That's such a pity," I replied, looking down at my stomach. "Tristan and I will have a child in a few months. So, I guess I am not going anywhere, am I?"

I looked at her one more moment before I turned around and left her standing there. I went straight to the pack house.

It felt different walking inside it. I denounced it as my home a long time ago. It no longer felt the same way as it did when Tristan first brought me there.

I walked in and tried not to think much about it. I then found Tristan in the main sitting room.

He was standing by the window with his back to me when I entered, his hands clasped behind him, looking out at the courtyard.

"I heard what you said to the pack," he said.

"Good."

"You handled it well."

"I know."

He moved away from the window and gestured toward the chairs, but I didn't sit.

"Raven," he sighed. "The child changes things."

"The child changes nothing about what you did," I replied. "And everything about what I will do next."

He exhaled. "I am not going to pretend the last few months were without fault on my part."

"That is a very restrained way to describe what happened."

"I am trying to speak practically," he said. "The child is mine. He or she will be born into this pack, will carry this bloodline, and will one day have a position in this community. I think we both know that the circumstances under which that child is raised matter."

"Oh."

"I want to renew the contract," he added. "Not for the reasons it was first drawn up. For the child, and for—"

"I want a divorce."

Tristan went still.

"Raven—"

"I want a divorce," I repeated. "And this time, Tristan, you are going to sign the papers."