The discarded Luna rises
Vera died giving a man everything — her research, her loyalty, her son, her life — and he didn't even come to collect her body. Reborn a year into her own past, she wakes up with every memory of her murder intact and none of the poison yet in her veins. This time, she isn't spending another four years being grateful for scraps. She has a formula worth an empire, a husband who's already rehearsing his next wedding, and a dying father she never knew she had — the true Alpha of a bloodline everyone assumed was extinct. As Vera claims a birthright no one can deny and turns her ex-husband's every scheme back on him, she collides with Ronan, the most powerful Alpha on the Council and the one man who was never supposed to look at her twice — except he's her fated mate, and he has a betrayal of his own to settle. Together they're building something neither of them planned on. But the people Vera is about to destroy do not go quietly, and some memories are dangerous enough to get a person killed twice.
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Chapter: The ColonnadeChapter 38The ColonnadeThirty-six hours after the dose went into my father's veins, the lead physician came out of the surgical suite and, for the first time, did not look at the floor.He looked at me."The Alpha's readings are holding."His voice was hoarse, and under the hoarseness there was something I had not heard from anyone in that building since the night of the river. Not certainty. He was too careful for that. But the cautious, fragile edge of hope, like a hand laid flat on thin ice."Organ function continues to improve. He is not clear yet, but he is no longer actively dying." He drew a long breath through his nose. "You should rest while you can."I heard the words. I understood them.I could not make my body believe them.I nodded, and he went back through the doors, and I walked the six steps to the glass and stood there. The window into my father's room was long and narrow, set into the wall at the height of my eyes. Beyond it, in the dim blue wash of the monitors, h
Last Updated: 2026-10-30
Chapter: Thirty SecondsChapter 37Thirty SecondsThe underground meeting room was colder than usual.The cold had a smell now. Wet stone. Old smoke. Something metallic, like a coin held too long on the tongue. The single monitor on the far wall was dark, finally, and the loop that had run on it for days was gone, but its blue ghost still seemed to linger on the black table, on the empty glass, on the pale faces of the three men standing along the wall with their hands folded in front of them.Roland stood at the head of the table.He had not sat down. His cane was gripped in both fists, planted hard against the floor, and the knuckles had gone bone-white around the silver head. A report lay open on the polished wood in front of him. One page. Four lines. He had read it more than once.Vera was alive.The antidote had been administered. Corwin lay in critical but stabilising care."She survived."Roland's voice was low. Venomous. It slid across the room like cold oil."The dose reached him. Twenty-four hours
Last Updated: 2026-10-29
Chapter: Necessary CorrectionChapter 36Necessary CorrectionThe unmarked car sat in a deserted industrial lot, far from the hospital and far from anything that breathed.Engine off. Windows dark. A cracked sheet of asphalt stretched out around it, split by weeds, strewn with the bones of old pallets, and past the chain-link fence a rusted crane stood against the sky like a gallows no one had bothered to take down. The rain had thinned to a fine, cold mist. It beaded on the windshield and slid down in slow, crooked lines.Kael sat in the driver's seat with both hands pressed hard against his face.His elbows rested on his knees. His shoulders were bowed, locked, a man carrying something too heavy to set down. The river had dried into stiff gray patches across his black shirt, and the fabric cracked when he breathed. His hair still smelled of the water. His skin still carried its cold.But his mouth was burning.He could taste her. Even now. Even after an hour in the car and a hundred steps across a freezing lot,
Last Updated: 2026-10-28
Chapter: Still StandingChapter 35Still StandingThe service corridor was harshly lit and cold.White light poured down from the ceiling in flat, merciless panels. It bleached the walls. It bleached the floor. It turned every surface into something that hummed, something that smelled of bleach and metal and old fear. My boots left wet prints on the tile, one after another, a trail of river following me through the final security door.I was still damp.My hair hung in cold ropes against my neck. The wool of my coat had stiffened in the car heater's breath, and it scratched my collarbone with every step. And against my chest, pressed so hard into my sternum that I could feel the pattern of the clasps through my ribs, was the case.Three figures were already waiting.Two doctors in blue scrubs. A senior nurse with a clipboard hugged to her chest like a shield. Their faces were drawn tight with urgency, the kind that has been holding its breath too long, and when I came around the corner they all turned at onc
Last Updated: 2026-10-27
Chapter: Dead HeroesChapter 34Dead HeroesThe car came without headlights.I heard it before I saw it. A low, patient purr on the service track above the bank, tires rolling over gravel so softly it might have been the river breathing. Then a shape slid out of the dark, long and black and wet with the night. A sedan. No insignia on the grille. No gleam of a crest on the door. When it passed through a strip of pale light from the bridge, I looked for a plate and found only a smear of mud where one should have been.Kael did not relax.He had one hand on my arm, pinning me against the slab, and he held me there while the car crept to the exact spot he'd named. He kept me behind him, his shoulders a wall, his weight shifted onto the balls of his feet like a man about to spring, and for a long moment nothing in the world moved except the water running off my hair.Then he stepped out.Three strides to the driver's window. It slid down, a thin black gap. I couldn't hear the first word, only the low scrape of
Last Updated: 2026-10-26
Chapter: Ten StepsChapter 33Ten StepsThe riverbank was cold and black.Cold the way a grave is cold. It lay on my skin in a wet, heavy sheet, and every step through the shallows dragged at me. My coat hung off my shoulders like a sack of stones. Wool and leather, soaked through, pulling at the strap across my chest. My boots filled and emptied with every stride, squelching in the mud, sucking at my ankles as if the river wanted me back.The case was still locked against my ribs.I felt its corner dig into my sternum with every shuddering breath. Steel, freezing. Inside it, a row of glass, a syringe, my father's whole future held in a space no bigger than a loaf of bread.Papa.My mind had already left the riverbank, racing ahead toward the hospital, toward the white corridor and the machines that beeped his heartbeat into the dark. The monitors. The numbers I had memorized. The hours he had left, which I had counted on the drive until the counting became a prayer. Every minute we spent shivering in t
Last Updated: 2026-10-25
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