The discarded Luna second life
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: POWER SMELL NiceChapter 4Freya's claws are a breath from my throat when a wall of muscle and fur slams into her from the side.The impact throws her sideways into a fruit stand, crates splitting apart, herbs scattering across the cobblestones. I stumble back, heart hammering, ears ringing from how close that was, and find Silas standing between us in his shifted form, silver-grey and massive, teeth bared toward the she-wolf sprawled in the wreckage.Four Gamma warriors fan out behind him, and every one of them wears the same crescent mark stitched into their collars. Moonlight.I've never seen anyone move to protect me like this. Not once, in either life. My father's people arrived on a street corner for a woman they'd known about for less than a day, and somehow that lands harder than the slap did.Freya scrambles upright, chest heaving, murder still in her eyes — until she actually looks at that mark. Her whole posture folds in on itself like a tent losing its poles. She backs up a step, then anot
Last Updated: 2026-09-16
Chapter: TASTE OF POWERChapter 3Silas doesn't make me wait long for the rest of it."Your father is alive," he says. "Alpha Corwin. But he's dying, and he doesn't have much time left. I didn't want you walking in here without knowing that first."I sit down on the edge of my bed because my legs stop trusting themselves. A father. Alive. Dying. Three words that shouldn't fit in the same sentence and somehow do."How long has he known about me?" I ask, and my voice comes out smaller than I want it to."Since the attack," Silas says. "He never stopped looking. He hired trackers in every territory for eighteen years. We only found you because a blood registry flagged your name last month."Eighteen years. Every single one of them spent believing I was unwanted, and the whole time there was a man out there paying strangers to find a little girl in a photograph."I'll come as soon as I can," I tell him, and I mean it more than I've meant anything in longer than I can remember.I hang up and sit there with the ph
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Chapter: Cold RevengeChapter 2Sunlight hits me like a slap.I flinch away from it, throwing an arm over my eyes, and for one full second I brace for the beeping, the mask, the hands pinning me down. None of it comes. Just warmth. Just a soft mattress under my back and sheets that smell like the lavender wash I haven't used in months.I sit up too fast and the room tilts. Gold curtains. A vanity crowded with bottles I recognize. The Alpha residence. My old room, the one I shared with Adrian before he stopped bothering to sleep in it.I grab my phone off the nightstand with a hand that isn't shaking, isn't bruised, isn't hooked to anything.The date on the screen stops my heart for a different reason this time.A year. I'm a year back.I'm off the bed and in front of the mirror before I've decided to move. My own face stares back at me, and it's wrong in the best way — color in my cheeks, no grey under my eyes, no tremor in my hands. I press two fingers to my throat and feel my pulse going strong and even.
Last Updated: 2026-09-16
Chapter: HEART BREAK IN DEATHChapter 1The monitor beside my bed will not stop screaming.My fingers dig into the sheets. My lungs pull at air that won't come, short and ragged, each breath smaller than the last. Through the window the sky has gone the color of ash. I've been counting the hours by the shifts of the nurses. I lost count two shifts ago.My skin has turned the color of paper. The IV line taped to the back of my hand bruised black days ago and no one has bothered to move it. I'm too weak now to ask. A nurse checks on me every hour, adjusts the oxygen line under my nose, writes something on a chart, and leaves without meeting my eyes. Nobody expects me to last the week.I need to hear Adrian's voice. Just once more. And Micah's — I want my son's voice, want him to hold my hand the way he used to when he was small, before the pack elders decided a future Alpha shouldn't touch a dying Omega too long.My hand shakes reaching for the phone on the nightstand. I dial. Busy.I try again. Busy.The third time
Last Updated: 2026-09-16
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