More Pain

The days turned into weeks, and my life as a servant felt like a never-ending nightmare. Each day, I awoke with the heavy burden of rejection and humiliation, knowing that the man I loved had pushed me away without explanation. Liam's demeanor remained inconsistent – one moment, he would be distant and cold, and the next, he would look at me with a mixture of sadness and confusion.

My duties as a servant were monotonous, my days filled with menial tasks and servile responsibilities. I scrubbed floors until my fingers were raw, laundered clothes until my hands were chapped, and catered to the needs of the pack members with a forced smile. It was a stark contrast to the life I had once known, a life of privilege and responsibility as the Luna.

The other servants, once my subordinates, now regarded me with pity and sympathy. They couldn't fathom what had transpired between Liam and me, and I had no answers to offer. Their murmured whispers and hushed conversations only added to my sense