While He Played Love, I Played War Chapter 08

While He Played Love, I Played War Chapter 08

The next day, Derek didn’t show up. He went 

missing. 

I wasn’t in a hurry. 

At noon, I sent that recording into the company shareholders‘ group chat with a single line: 

“Please explain this.” 

Within ten minutes, Derek’s phone was being bombarded by calls from shareholders and pack 

elders. 

By the afternoon, he appeared at the entrance of the pack house. His face was pale. 

“Are you satisfied now?” he asked. 

“You’re late,” I said. 

He threw the bond–breaking deal in front of me. 

“Sign it.” 

I flipped to the last page. He had already signed it 

-but one page was missing. 

The public declaration page had been removed. 

I looked up at him. 

He sneered. “Take the money, take the pack house, 

and you still want me to admit I can’t have 

children? Madison, stop dreaming.” 

I closed the document. 

“Then forget it.” 

His expression darkened. “What exactly do you 

still want?” 

“The truth,” I said. 

He snapped. “The truth is I can’t have children! Are 

you happy now? You forced a man to admit 

something like this–are you satisfied?” 

The pack house door wasn’t closed. 

Luna Sienna was standing at the entrance. 

She had heard everything. 

The coffee in her hand slipped and shattered on 

the floor. 

Derek turned around. His face stiffened. 

“You already knew?” Luna Sienna’s lips trembled. 

Derek didn’t answer. 

She raised her hand and slapped him again. 

“So you let me insult Madison for six years?” 

I watched quietly. 

This was what I had been waiting for. 

Not Derek bowing his head–but Luna Sienna 

hearing the truth with her own ears. Six years of 

debt couldn’t be buried under a single word like 

“misunderstanding.” 

That day, Luna Sienna didn’t insult me again. 

She sat on the sofa, suddenly looking much older. 

After a long silence, she asked, “Madison… why 

didn’t you say anything all these years?” 

“I did,” I said. 

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. 

Yes, I had said it. 

Every time she insulted me, I looked at Derek. And 

every time, he said, “My mother is older. Just 

tolerate her.” 

So I tolerated her–until they all assumed I had no 

temper at all. 

“I didn’t know,” she said weakly. 

“You just didn’t want to know,” I replied. 

She cried. I didn’t hand her tissues. 

Derek stood nearby, growing more irritated by the 

second. 

“Enough already. Now the whole family is falling 

apart because of you. You’ve turned the pack into 

a mess.” 

Luna Sienna suddenly looked up, “Shut up!” 

Derek froze. 

She stared at him. “You lied to me, you lied to her, and you lied to Morgan. And you still have the 

nerve to blame someone else?” 

Derek’s face tightened. “Mom, I’m your son.” 

“Yes, you are,” she said coldly. “But you’re not a 

decent person.” 

Even I was slightly surprised she said it. 

She turned to me, “Madison… I owe you an 

apology.” 

I looked at her as she bent down slowly, stiffly. 

“I’m sorry.” 

I didn’t say “it’s okay.” 

Because it wasn’t. 

In the end, Derek signed the full bond–breaking 

deal. 

The pack house was mine. Half of the pack company dividends were mine. 

He issued a public statement admitting to marital infidelity, long–term concealment of his fertility 

issue, and confirming that Morgan’s child had nothing to do with him. 

After the statement went out, his reputation 

collapsed completely. 

People who once praised him began pretending 

they didn’t know him. 

In the pack, people even jokingly called him the 

“Alpha Judge“-the one who “rules on who the 

father is.” 

Morgan didn’t fare any better. 

She had tried to use the child as leverage, but the 

leverage had turned against her. 

She called Derek demanding compensation. 

He ignored her. 

So she stormed the pack hall, only to be blocked 

by warriors and betas. In the end, she sat outside. 

the hall crying. 

“You said you’d make me your Luna! You said my 

child would be the heir!” 

“You said I’d be the mistress of the pack house!” 

Derek was trapped at the entrance, his face dark 

with rage. 

Someone recorded it. 

In the video, he said through clenched teeth, “The 

child isn’t mine.” 

Morgan immediately shouted back, “You knew from the beginning! You said it didn’t matter 

whose child it was!” 

That single sentence was enough to finish him. 

At the elder council meeting that day, Derek was forced to step down from daily management of 

the pack company and temporarily suspended 

from his Alpha duties. 

For the first time, he messaged me for help. 

“Madison, say something for me.” 

I replied: 

“Who are you?”