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On our eighth anniversary as mates, my husband didn’t return home all night.
Then, I saw a heartbreaking post on social media.
In the photo, his true love was wearing seductive lace lingerie, with a man's hand resting on her waist.
And on his ring finger, he was wearing the wedding band that matched mine.
Without hesitation, I returned to my ex’s arms, only to unexpectedly discover that he was the destined mate for me.
But just as I was basking in the joy of getting a second chance, little did I know, that deadly danger was already closing in.

On our eight anniversary as mates, bound by marriage, I found a pair of panties in Daven’s coat pocket that didn’t belong to me.

When I held them up to him, he replied coldly, “I just accidentally bought the wrong size for you. I knew you'd start overthinking. Should’ve thrown them away.”

I said nothing, quietly dumping the dinner I had spent hours preparing into the bin.

Later that night, Daven’s "true love" from overseas posted on social media. In the picture, a man’s hand was gently massaging her back, and on his long, rugged ring finger was the wedding band that matched mine.

Her caption, sickeningly sweet: “No matter how far, my Superman will always come get me when I want to come home.”

I gave it a casual like, then turned and picked up my ex’s business card.

“Still got a spot for me?” I asked. “I can... come back anytime.”

"Of course, Emberlyn. You know I’ve been waiting for you all this time."

I didn’t respond, though a bitter wave of emotions surged inside me.

Back then, Daven had done me a favor, and it led to a complete fallout between him and Zephyr.

But eight years later, I was still like a fool, begging to return to a past that had long been dead. Zephyr was not my mate, neither was Daven but regarding the situation that I had known Daven for a long time, I loved him and he was willing to form a bond with me even if we weren't destined to, I decided to marry him.

But now, I had nothing left. Daven had drained the last bit of love I had for him, and there was nothing holding me back anymore.

After hanging up the phone, I immediately got up to apply for my passport.

I sent a picture of my passport to Zephyr. He replied that he would come and pick me up personally.

I was about to refuse when he firmly insisted, “You’re a woman. You can’t make the trip alone. It’s too dangerous. I have to come get you myself.”

“And while I’m at it… I’d like to see just how far he’s willing to go, abandoning you for this so-called ‘true love.’”

Tears welled up in my eyes as I fought the bu//rning in my throat.

I couldn’t help but remember the time I miscarried. Daven could’ve taken me to the hospital.

But instead, one phone call from Emily sent him rushing overseas without a second thought.

He had pushed me out of the car, leaving me to fall into the mud. His voice cold as he said, “The hospital’s just a block away. Emily’s alone and scared of the thunder. I have to get to her right away.”

“You’re strong. If you save the baby, I’ll reward you. If not, that’s on you.”

Watching the car drive off, my heart shattered in the pouring rain, but I still forced myself to crawl to the hospital.

Unfortunately, it was too late. I sat there, numb, staring at the lifeless fetus.

The doctor sighed and said, “If you’d gotten here five minutes earlier, we might’ve been able to do something.”

But those five minutes were ones Daven wasn’t willing to give me.

When he came back, his face was ice cold as he glanced at my discharge papers. He set fire to the baby clothes I had prepared, one by one.

All that was left in his eyes was pure contempt. “What a waste.”

Suddenly, my phone buzzed with notifications from the work group chat, which was blowing up.

"Did I just see what I think I saw? Our stone-cold boss Daven just walked into the office holding a woman in his arms!"

"Yeah, I saw it too! And it looked pretty intense—there was even a stocking thrown on the floor!"

"But doesn’t he have a girlfriend? I thought he’s super in love with her and keeps her all protected?"

"Yeah, I remember hearing that too. Isn’t she still working at our company?"

I held my breath as I scrolled through the messages, looking at the pictures my coworkers had secretly captured of Daven and Emily.

She must’ve just finished drinking because she was completely drunk, draped all over Daven’s body.

Daven patiently calmed her down, looking nothing like the powerful, ruthless CEO everyone feared.

As I scrolled to the last photo, my hand slipped, and I accidentally tagged Daven in the group chat.

Instantly, the entire chat fell silent. No one could believe I’d just made such a huge mistake.

Daven saw it all, read every message, and immediately added Emily to the chat.

With a sweet voice, she introduced herself to everyone.

“Hi, everyone! I’ll be heading the sales department from now on. Please take good care of me!”

The chat exploded with praise.

"Wow! Are you going to be our new boss's wife?"

"Just from your profile pic, I can tell you’re a beauty. Daven is so lucky!"

"Yeah, we’re getting paid to admire a gorgeous woman in the office now. Lucky us!"

I suddenly felt like a rat crawling through the sewers. Eight years of being ignored, of never being given a title or respect, and yet Emily could have it all effortlessly.

On a whim, I posted my resignation letter in the group chat and tagged Daven.

He quickly replied, "What are you doing?"

Maybe afraid I’d say more, he burst through the door less than five minutes later, slamming it behind him.

His face was twisted in anger as he stormed over, grabbing my wrist so tightly that the coffee I was holding spilled all over me, its bitter scent filling the air.

“Emberlyn, what did you post in the group chat?”

His eyes bu//rned with fury, and he didn’t care at all about the coffee soaking into my clothes or how pathetic I looked.

I stared up at him, unflinching. “It’s exactly what it says. I quit.”

He laughed, as if he couldn’t believe his ears.

“You quit? Emberlyn, you’ve got no degree, no looks, no skills. If you leave me, what are you even going to do? You really think you’re something after eight years?”

His tone was dripping with disdain, as if I’d been nothing but a leech to him all this time.

I smiled faintly. “You’re right. I haven’t forgotten how you spoke up for me all those years ago. But after eight years together, I think I’ve repaid you plenty. We’re done.”

For a split second, I saw a flash of panic on his face, but it was quickly replaced with a mocking smirk.

“Emberlyn, do you really think I’m going to fall for your little mind games? I can’t stand manipulative women!”

With that, he grabbed his jacket and slammed the door behind him.

In eight years, our countless arguments had always ended with me apologizing first.

Sometimes, even that wasn’t enough, and he’d push me further, making me apologize to Emily just to chip away at whatever self-respect I had left.

But this time, I didn’t care anymore.

“Come see me tonight, and I’ll sign it. I want to see how well you do without me. Let’s see what kind of life you think you can have once you leave me.”

He was practically shouting, his eyes bloodshot and full of rage.

“You think anyone’s going to want you once you’re done with me? You’re nothing but used goods!”

On the outside, I kept my calm, but inside, I was already broken.

Have I ever had a good day in the past eight years?

I’d spent every day like a maid—cooking, cleaning, taking care of him. At work, I was the lowest of the low, doing the grunt work that everyone else looked down on.

If Daven had ever truly cared about me, he would have seen the toll those eight years had taken.

With tears in my eyes, I called Zephyr.

“I don’t want to be here anymore…”

His voice was full of concern as he reassured me, promising he’d come right away.

We were done. I owed him nothing anymore.

I stared at the few messages he’d ever sent me. In eight years, I’d always been the one reaching out.

He’d barely replied more than ten times.

Eight years of effort, and I’d never earned a single meaningful conversation.

Silently, I blocked him and snapped a picture of the dress, sending it to Emily.

"Miss, your dress is fixed. Where should I send it?"

She replied sweetly and almost immediately.

“Oh, so it was you! Daven said one of the maids was going to fix it, I didn’t realize it was you. I’m sorry about that! I told him I didn’t want the dress after wearing it twice, but he insisted it was special since it was the first gift he gave me when we met. I guess I couldn’t argue with that!”

“Thanks again! I’m at Zest Lounge. Oh, and while you’re at it, could you bring me a pack of condoms? Thanks so much!”

A wave of nausea washed over me, but I quietly got on my bike and headed there.

When I arrived, Daven and Emily were pressed close, dancing together. Familiar faces from work filled the room, watching the scene unfold.

Daven’s eyebrows knitted together when he saw me, his eyes filled with anger.

“What are you doing here? Have you no shame?”

Emily quickly stepped in, laughing as she stopped Daven.

“She was nice enough to fix my dress. Why are you yelling at her?”

“Besides, I asked her to come. The dress is important to us, after all!”

She pouted, and Daven affectionately pinched her cheek.

“My little princess can do whatever she wants.”

Then he turned to me, his expression cold and distant, as if I were a stranger.

“Anything else?”

I pulled out my resignation letter, looked him straight in the eye, and calmly said, “Mr. Williams, I’ve taken care of everything you asked. Please sign this.”

For a moment, the room went silent. Everyone stared at Daven, waiting for his response.

His face darkened. He hadn’t expected me to confront him so openly in front of everyone.

He tried to read my expression, looking for some sign of hesitation or regret, but found none.

"Wow, look at Emberlyn. She's really standing up to the boss, huh?" someone whispered nearby.

"Yeah, I didn’t think she had it in her."

Unable to contain himself any longer, Daven snapped.

“Fine, I’ll sign it. But don’t come crawling back later. Ungrateful people like you are useless!”

He snatched the resignation letter, signed it, and threw it at my face.

Humiliated, I bent down to pick up the papers one by one. As I did, a ring fell at my feet.

It was our matching ring.

Emily’s voice chimed in innocently.

“Emberlyn, why don’t you take this with you? Daven said it’s old, and we got new ones. You won’t mind, right?” Emily smirked in an evil manner.

She then walked towards me, slowly crouching to my ears as she whispered.

“Daven is mine, he is my fated mate, given to me by the moon goddess herself, you don't stand a chance with him”

I was about to shake my head when a strong hand lifted me up, and the ring was kicked back toward Daven.

“Don’t you have hands or feet? Pick up your own garbage!”

I looked up to see Zephyr, his face full of fury. He’d arrived much faster than I expected.

Daven’s expression shifted from shock to rage as soon as he realized who it was.

“What are you doing here? Emberlyn is still mine!”

"what gave you the guts to harass my mate?" Zephyr asked in a low guttural tone, his gaze fixed sternly on Daven, as though giving him a warning without having to say much.

As those words left Zephyr's mouth, I momentarily froze, unable to believe what he had just spluttered, his mate? But how? Everyone knew I was cursed to never have a mate, what changed?

For a moment, Daven's gaze flattered a bit as he took a subconscious step backwards, but almost immediately, his expression turned back to normal; scorn and menacing.

"Your mate?" Daven asked in a mocking tone as he sneered at Zephyr.

Instead of being agitated by Daven's mocking words, a smirk creeped on the corners of Zephyr's lips as he spoke up with an undeniable tone of power and a dark aura.

Instead of giving Daven an answer, Zephyr stepped closer and wrapped his hands around my waist possessively.

As soon as our skins made contact, I felt an immediate electric sensation pass through my body.

Subconsciously, I leaned into Zephyr, feeling his warmth and hot breath brush on my face, all emotions I felt when I didn't get my mate on my 18th birthday rushing back to me.

"she can never be yours, not in this world or next!" Daven yelled out as his eyes blazed with an unexplained anger this time around.

"Who made that be?"

"Emberlyn is bound to be mateless till she dies," Daven sneered, his tone devoid of emotion, yet his eyes burned with something unspoken.

Zephyr stepped forward, his aura dark and unrelenting. "And yet, here she stands, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself," he said, his voice a dangerous whisper. He slid his hand around my waist once again, the heat of his touch igniting a fire deep within me. "Emberlyn is mine."

The room seemed to freeze, the air charged with an unspoken challenge as Zephyr’s words echoed: "She’s my mate."

A surge of warmth spread through me, the kind only a destined bond could bring. But before I could savor the moment, Daven’s mocking laugh shattered the fragile spell.

Daven’s sneer cut through the tension like a blade. "Emberlyn’s nothing but a reject."

The insult stung, but Zephyr’s grip tightened around my waist, grounding me. His voice was icy and unyielding. "You had your chance, Daven. And you threw it away."

I glanced at Daven, searching his face for the scorn I had grown used to. But beneath his mask of malice, there it was—jealousy.

"You think the Moon Goddess gave her to you out of love?" Daven’s voice was low, venomous. "You’re delusional."

Zephyr stepped forward, his dominance filling the room. "Enough," he growled, his tone brooking no argument. "Emberlyn is mine, and you will respect that."

But Daven only smirked. "Enjoy your fantasy while it lasts. Because when the truth comes out, she’ll hate you more than she hates me."

Memories flooded my mind as I stood there, frozen. The pain and humiliation of his divorce still lingered.

My thoughts drifted to the arranged marriage my father had forced upon me. I was married off to Daven's pack as a peace treaty, a mere pawn in their game of power. I had tried to make the best of it, to be the perfect wife, but Daven's infidelities and betrayals had slowly suffocated me.

Eight years of my life, wasted on a man who didn't deserve me. The resignation papers in my hand seemed like a cruel joke, a reminder that I was nothing more than a disposable garbage to him.

I felt a spark of anger ignite within me, but it was buried by the weight of my memories. I was trapped in pain and regret, and I could hardly escape from it.

I raised an eyebrow, my voice laced with a hint of amusement and scorn. "Is something wrong, Daven?" I asked, my gaze locked on his.

Daven's eyes flicked to Zephyr, who stood beside me with a gentle hand on my waist. I felt something I never had the chance to experience while with Daven; comfort, and I leaned into him slightly.

"I am no longer a reject," I said, my tone matter-of-fact. "I'm glad the moon goddess has finally brought us together."

"I don't need to prove any point to you, she is mine," Zephyr said in a domineering tone, his aura filling the entire room. "Now if you don't mind, we have a mating ceremony to plan"

As Zephyr said those words, a smile crept to my lips, it seemed so satisfying to my ears.

"You…." Daven spat with menace. "You would surely regret this in the near future, Emberlyn!" His words seemed more like a threat to me.

"Don't go over your limit, Daven" I said in a firm, calm tone, my words were brief, but it passed the message to him.

Daven smirked mischievously as he slowly leaned in close to me, his breath brushing against my face "What are you gonna do?"

Zephyr’s arm tensed around my waist, his possessive grip firming. Before I could respond to Daven, Zephyr spoke up, cutting my words off.

"Choose your words wisely, Daven," Zephyr said in a low, lethal tone, his eyes glowing with the fury of an Alpha. "Because I’m not as merciful as you might think."

Daven smirked, unfazed. "Merciful? You think you scare me?" He took a daring step closer. "I know you're aware of what she is but choose to go ahead with your delusion."

"Enough!" I snapped, my voice shaking the room as anger surged through me. "that was your limit, Daven, and you just crossed it!"

Daven laughed, his tone dark and mocking. "Oh, Emberlyn," he said, his gaze narrowing. "Do you really think the Moon Goddess blessed you with him for love? Or was it something far more sinister?"

I rolled my eyes, this was the umpteenth time he was saying this, it was merely out of jealousy.

Zephyr’s jaw tightened, but his voice remained calm. "Whatever game you’re playing, Daven, it ends here. You can't change anything."

Daven’s smirk widened as he leaned in, his next words barely a whisper. "Then tell her, Zephyr. Tell her why the Moon Goddess chose you, her mate. Or should I?"

I furrowed my brows with confusion. "What is he talking about?" I asked Zephyr.

Zephyr didn’t answer immediately, his gaze locked with Daven’s in a silent battle of dominance. Finally, he spoke, his voice low. "This isn’t the place for your games, Daven. Leave."

Daven’s laugh echoed through the room, cold and unsettling. "You’re running out of time, Zephyr. The truth will destroy her. And when it does, I’ll be there to pick up the pieces."

Before I could process his words, Daven spun on his heel and stormed out, leaving a suffocating tension in his wake.

I turned to Zephyr, my brows knitted in confusion. "Zephyr," I said, my voice trembling. "What truth?"

Zephyr's expression hardened, and for a fleeting moment, I saw a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. It was a crack in his usual confident facade, and it made me wonder what secrets he was keeping.

"Whatever Daven thinks he knows, it doesn't change what we are," Zephyr said, his voice low and reassuring. But I knew him well enough to detect the hint of tension beneath his words.

Before I could press him further, a faint noise echoed from the other side of the room. At first, I thought it was just the wind, but then I heard it again - the soft crunch of glass beneath footsteps.

My instincts kicked in, and I spun around, my heart racing. That's when I saw it - a dark figure emerging from the shadows, his presence seeming to draw the light out of the room.

Zephyr stepped protectively in front of me, his voice a growl. "Stay behind me."

The figure’s voice was chilling, otherworldly. "You’ve meddled where you don’t belong, Zephyr. Now the consequences will fall upon you both."

Zephyr’s hand tightened on my arm as he growled back, "Over my dead body."

And just like that, the room descended into chaos.

Before I could process what was happening, Zephyr and I were flung to the other end of the room by an unknown force.

"Ahh!!" I yelled, but before I could hit my back against the wall, Zephyr suddenly stepped in, steadying me.

"What happened?!" I asked, my voice laced with fear.

I was creeped out, instinctively, I clutched onto Zephyr's clothes tightly as though they were my source of refuge and shelter.

I could literally hear my heart beating so hard in my ears as Zephyr wrapped his arms around my waist, shielding me from whatever it was that had come out of the shadows.

I pursed my lips tightly as I tracked the figure draped in darkness, I could only see its shadow moving but it's Dave was shielded.

Another unsettling thing about the creature was its eyes, it glowed so deadly in the dark, as though warning me and Zephyr of an impending doom.

"She is not meant to be yours, Zephyr!" The voice suddenly rang out, sending shivers down my spine as my hands tightened against Zephyr even more. "Fate was definitely tampered with!"

Zephyr spoke up, his voice a low, dangerous grow as it vibrated through his pectoral.

"Such guts to question the moon goddess's will?!"

Almost immediately, a chilly, nerve wracking chuckle rang out from the creature, the sound seemed to reverberate from every corner of the room.

"The moon goddess's will?" The creature mocked. "Really? How naive of you to think that, Zephyr!"

As Zephyr and the creature exchanged conversations, I on the other hand felt frozen, I was unable to make any movements or even form any words.

I opened my mouth, trying to say something or at least yell, but it was futile, I could not do anything!

After much attempts, I was Finally able to say soft words, my body still trembling with an intense amount of fear.

"Da….Zephyr?" I stuttered, clutching his arms tightly. "What's….. what is going on? What or who is this?"

Zephyr was silent for a brief moment, his gaze fixed at the direction of the creature's voice. I slowly tilted my head upwards, taking a peek. Zephyr's eyes were glowing a scary gold, from what I could see, it was very obvious he was trying so hard to suppress his world from taking over.

"This….this is a messenger of Chaos" Zephyr finally replied to my question through gritted teeth. "if something that was meant to be was broken, it is always sent"

I shivered subconsciously as Zephyr explained. A messenger of chaos?! But what was it here? What did I and Zephyr do?

Just then, the creature suddenly walked towards Zephyr, but for some reason, it still blended properly with the darkness.

"You want answers, huh?" He sneered but I immediately looked away, I knew it was talking to me. "Your bond is never destiny, it was all out of desperation, what do you think, huh?" The creature scoffed. " That the moon goddess gives second chances that easily, Emberlyn?"

Book ID: 【5232】
Book Title:The Cursed Luna's Redemption

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