A Blind Luna’s Revenge: My Husband Cut Out Our Son’s Heart for His Mistress

On Christmas, I carried the surprise gift I’d prepared.

I’m blind. To give him this surprise, I could only feel my way forward, step by step, toward the main hall office—toward my husband, Andrew.

My husband, Andrew Miller, is the sharpest and most ferocious Alpha in Moon Crest Pack.

His territory ranks in the top three among all packs, and yet he’s obsessed with an absurd dream—

To obtain the Mark bestowed by the Moon Goddess, and become the king of the entire continent.

The Andrew King.

He mentioned it once in casual conversation with the elders. I couldn’t see his expression, but I could hear the inch of ambition in his chest, beating hard.

He didn’t know that a blind woman would still be willing to exhaust herself for his dream.

For that careless line — “Maybe I can become The King”—I went to my brother Mason, a true Warrior to the bone, a man raised in forests and bloodshed.

And in my other hand, I held something even more precious—the pregnancy report personally given by the Pack Doctor. I couldn’t wait to tell him:

We were going to be parents again.

I walked with a smile the whole way, my chest packed with anticipation for this man’s reaction—surprise, a hug, a kiss…

But I never imagined what was truly waiting for me was a hell that would destroy my world.

I didn’t tell him I was coming.

Andrew had said it himself—I'd always have the privilege of walking straight into his office.

I stood at the door, my hand finding the doorknob.

My wolf, Chloe, let out a low, defiant rumble inside my chest.

I’d dragged her down with me—her eyes weren’t as sharp as other wolves’, always blurred, always double-shadowed—but her sense of smell was terrifyingly keen.

She followed Andrew’s scent all the way here… and then, the moment she caught something else, every fur on her body spiked.

“Don’t go in! There’s another scent—so sweet it’s sickening.”

I froze, my fingers stopping mid-motion.

Then I heard a moan.

And it was a voice I knew.

Because I can’t see, I can tell voices apart better than anyone. I wouldn’t mistake it.

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe.

Rory—

The Omega who’d always stayed at my side, guiding my steps, helping me through every pitfall in the dark…

The woman I’d let Ethan call “Godmother.”

My whole body went numb. My heart kept crashing into my ribs, like it would split open at any second.

And then I heard—

“Lift your legs higher.”

My husband’s voice.

I’d heard that line in countless nights of intimacy.

My hand stiffened inch by inch.

I gripped the gift box so hard I thought I might crush it.

They were near the end—the moans, the panting, the slap of skin against skin…

Every sound was magnified, echoing in my ears.

My wolf let out a deep, furious growl.

“My little brother came asking me for money again.”

Rory’s voice turned hoarse.

“Didn’t I already pay him to make sure Ethan’s heart was donated to you?” Andrew’s voice was cold. “Ethan’s dead. Why is he still harassing you?”

My stomach lurched. I slapped a hand over my mouth.

Ethan’s heart? Rory?

I couldn’t understand. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t believe it.

“Tell him if he can’t keep his mouth shut, he can forget about getting anything.” Andrew’s tone was ruthless, flat.

Rory gave a soft, broken sob.

“Andrew… why does my brother always take from me, but Ashley’s brother Mason is a Warrior for the pack?”

Her voice carried confusion… and pain.

Andrew chuckled softly. “But you have me. I’ll do anything for you.”

He paused, then snorted. “Ashley is too naive. She doesn’t even know she’s the one who signed.”

My hand started to shake.

Andrew continued, “She’s blind. She can only rely on me. Whatever I say that file is—that’s what it is.”

I couldn’t stand there anymore.

Their words rang in my skull. My throat felt like it had been slit, and even my swallow tasted of blood.

Two years ago, when I was traveling with my son to see Mason, we were ambushed by extremist Rogues.

I couldn’t see anything. My son was only six… but he was strong and smart.

He dragged me around, helping me hide again and again, until, in the chaos, a Rogue’s claw tore straight through Ethan’s abdomen.

When Mason arrived with the Pack Doctor, I still remember the Pack Doctor’s calm, procedural voice:

“This pup has true Alpha blood. He’ll survive.”

My legs went weak on the spot. Relief crashed over me and I sobbed so hard I nearly split apart.

My son lived.

He wasn’t killed by his blind mother.

But one week later, he died on the operating table.

Andrew told me it was a complication—an accident.

And I believed him.

Because I loved him. Because I trusted him.

At night after night, I drowned in regret, hating myself, hating these useless blind eyes—hating that I’d dragged Ethan into darkness with me.

But now I knew the truth.

My son could have lived.

It was Andrew—my husband, the man bound to me by a mate bond—

Who killed him.

For that Omega.

For Rory.

To cut out my son’s heart… and place it into her chest.

A few days after Ethan’s “failed surgery,” Rory came to see me, bright with joy.

She said she was lucky—she’d finally gotten a compatible donor heart.

She even said I’d have my day too.

Maybe one day I’d get my sight back.

My son—the future Alpha, a born Alpha—

Killed by my husband’s mistress.

By my son’s godmother.

And I was the idiot who signed the papers that stole my pup’s life.

When I sobbed until I couldn’t breathe, Rory held me in her arms—

And my son’s heart was beating steady and strong inside her chest.