The Wolfless Contract Luna (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 4

**Chapter 4: Lilith’s Cruel Revelation**

**Grace’s Perspective**

The moment the door slams shut behind me, a profound silence envelops the room, leaving me utterly alone.

This is my sanctuary, but it feels more like a prison—a cage forged from the very walls that should comfort me.

Outside my door, Damien’s warrior stands guard, his presence palpable even through the solid wood. I can hear his steady breathing, a stark reminder of my captivity. Just one guard. Because what threat could a wolfless Luna pose to anyone?

I sink onto the bed, the weight of despair pressing down on me as I stare vacantly at the wall, lost in my thoughts.

The mate bond, once a source of warmth and connection, now screams within me like an open wound that refuses to heal. Each time he touches her, each time he chooses her over me, I feel it as a fresh stab of pain.

Desperately, I press my hands against my ears, as if that might silence the tormenting thoughts. It does nothing to help.

Days seem to blend into one another, a monotonous cycle that stretches endlessly. The warrior outside shifts, and I can hear the faint sound of food trays being left at my door—meals I have no appetite for. Sunlight creeps across the floor, only to fade away, then return again. I observe it all from a distance, as if I’m submerged underwater, watching a life that feels like it belongs to someone else entirely.

‘He chose her.’

‘He’s always chosen her.’

‘You were never enough.’

These thoughts circle my mind like vultures, picking apart the remnants of my shattered self.

I lose track of time. It could be three days or even a week since I was last free. The agony of the bond is the only sensation that anchors me to reality—sharp, unyielding, and achingly mine.

Then, unexpectedly, the door creaks open.

I blink, struggling to bring the figure in the doorway into focus. Slowly, the details sharpen—a pink dress, dark hair cascading down, that infuriatingly sweet smile.

Lilith.

“Grace!” Her voice drips with a saccharine sweetness that makes my skin crawl. “You look absolutely terrible. Have you been eating at all?”

Silence hangs between us as I refuse to respond. I remain motionless, a statue of defiance.

She glides into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. “I wanted to see you before tomorrow. I have some thrilling news to share.”

My throat feels raw, as if I’ve swallowed shards of glass. “Get out.”

“Now, is that any way to treat a guest?” She perches herself on the edge of my dresser, idly examining her perfectly manicured nails.

“Especially when I came to tell you something important. Tomorrow’s the pack assembly—you know, the grand event where all the Alphas gather? Well, Damien asked me to be his companion.”

The words take a moment to penetrate the fog of my mind, each syllable sinking in with a weight that feels like a leaden anchor.

“His companion,” I repeat, my voice slow and deliberate, as if testing the reality of it.

“Mmm.” Lilith’s smile stretches wider, a cat playing with its prey. “He mentioned he needs someone who can truly represent him. Someone with grace and dignity. Someone with a wolf.”

A flicker of anger ignites within me, weak but present. I latch onto it like a lifeline thrown into turbulent waters.

“Congratulations.” I force myself to sit up straighter, summoning every ounce of strength I have left. “I’m sure you’ll look perfect on his arm. The Alpha’s mistress, on display for all to see.”

Her smile falters, just for a moment. “What did you call me?”

“His mistress.” I lock eyes with her, unflinching. “That’s what you are, isn’t it? The other woman. His dirty little secret.”

“I’m not—”

“Oh, but you are.” I rise to my feet, my legs trembling but determined. “Do you really think attending one assembly changes that? You’re still just the woman he sleeps with on the side. Not his Luna. Not his mate. Just his whore.”

“Shut up!” Lilith lunges forward, her hand grasping the water pitcher from my nightstand.

The cold water splashes across my face like a slap, shocking me into silence. I gasp, sputtering as droplets cascade down my cheeks.

She stands there, her breath coming in harsh bursts, the pitcher still raised like a weapon. Then, suddenly, she laughs—a high, sharp sound that feels utterly wrong.

“Oh, Grace. You really have no idea, do you?” She carefully sets the pitcher down. “You think you can manipulate me? Use me to get what you want? Poor little Grace, trying to be clever.”

I wipe the water from my eyes, my heart pounding. “I don’t know what you’re—”

“You want a divorce,” she declares, her tone matter-of-fact. “You think if you make me jealous enough, I’ll whisper sweet nothings into Damien’s ear during pillow talk. Convince him to let you go.”

My stomach plummets, a sense of dread washing over me.

“But here’s the thing.” Lilith leans in closer, her voice low and conspiratorial. “I’m never letting you divorce him. Never. You’re going to remain married to Damien forever, watching as I take everything that should rightfully belong to you.”

“Why?” The word escapes my lips, strained and desperate. “If you want him so badly—”

“Because you deserve to suffer,” she hisses, her eyes glittering with a dark, twisted satisfaction. “You deserve to witness the man you love forget you exist. You deserve to feel every moment of betrayal, every humiliation, every—”

“What did I ever do to you?” I demand, my voice trembling with confusion and hurt.

“You existed.” Her gaze is cold, devoid of empathy. “But don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you.”

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