Chapter 7
Crushed beneath the weight of survival, Vivian finally took a job
But she had never worked a day in her life. For more than twenty years she had survived on Edward’s protection and the Stones coin. No respectable pack business would hire her.
In the end, she found work in a human tavern–scrubbing dishes.
She came home each night drenched in grease and resentment. And she unleashed it all on Nathan and Ethan.
Through the thin walls of the den, I could hear the lashings and the screams: Ethan’s mindless wails, Nathan’s desperate pleas.
It didn’t take long for others to notice.
On the pack’s territory channel, neighbors began tagging her name:
“402, stop beating your pups every night! Are you even their mother?”
“Exactly. It’s bad enough you’re keeping the whole block awake. You’re terrifying our children too.”
“I’ve seen those boys–one in a chair, one not right in the head. Maybe it’s your beatings that broke them.
“And where did those two suddenly come from, after all these years?”
Once the gossip started, it spread like wildfire.
I scrolled through the channel with a smile, watching the rumors bloom.
At last, Vivian snapped back.
“They’re my pups! I’ll discipline them however I want. The rest of you can choke on your own filth!”
The elegant, graceful Luna everyone once envied was gone. What remained was a shrieking shrew, claws bared.
And while Vivian worked nights, Edward stayed home–with the servant girl. They made no effort to hide their trysts, even with Nathan and Ethan still inside the den.
I decided it was time to add fuel to the fire.
The next day, I mounted a small camera above my door. From there, it was easy to capture Edward slipping in and out with his new toy, arms around her waist, lips on her throat.
Neighbors saw, but no one dared sprak
Yet even those who had once pitied Vivian now pulled away, disgust etched on their faces after hearing her beatings and seeing her humiliation
The whole block whispered about Edward’s betrayal–everyone except Vivian, still blind in her rage.
I cut the footage carefully, stitching together a neat little montage of Edward’s nights with the servant girl. Then, using a false account, I posted it to the channel.
The effect
I was instant.
“Moon above, this family is filthier than a gutter.”
“Can’t even keep their howls down at night, now this?”
Acruel mother, a faithless father, two cursed pups. Tragic.”
I added my own touch, slipping in a message:
“What betrayal? Don’t you know? Vivian was a mistress from the start.”
Chapter 7
And just like that, the story twisted again.
I released the final blow–a recording from the Rising Ceremony, captured by the pack videographer. I blurred myself and my leaving only Edward, Vivian, and their disgrace on full display.
The channel erupted.
“Unbelievable. They faked their deaths, abandoned their pups, and forced the rightful Luna to raise them.”
“And when they came back, they tried to snatch what wasn’t theirs. Shameless.”
“Ha! They thought they’d inherit two warriors from the Royal Academy… instead they got cripples,”
For once, Vivian stayed silent. No curses, no rants.
She had been dragged from her pedestal and into the mud, with the entire pack watching
