Betrayed. Rejected. Forgotten. Elvira was born to be Luna, but on the night of her mating ceremony, her step-sister takes her place, and her step brothers—Beta Eric and Beta Elijah made sure she was never seen. Branded a murderer, unworthy of love, they break her, chain her, and leave her for dead. But fate isn’t done with her yet. Elvira has one choice, stay buried in their lies or rise to destroy and take back her place.
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I gasped for air, my throat burning as if I’d been screaming for hours. My wrists ached, the sharp bite of metal digging into my skin. I tried to move, but the clinking of chains told me I was trapped. Where am I? It was dark, cold and suffocating. The air smelled damp, like decay. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I struggled to piece together my last memory. Wolfbane…..I had been sent to Elder Marwen’s hut to retrieve the sacred vial that would seal my mate bond with Alpha Deric of Shadowfang Pack. I remembered the excitement thrumming in my veins, Deric and I had exchanged letters for months, planning this day. My eighteenth birthday. The day I would finally meet my mate. But I never made it back. I clenched my fists, wincing at the sting of cuts and bruises. My body ached, throbbing with pain I couldn’t remember earning. Something wasn’t right, how did i end up here? Suddenly, I heard muffled voices above me. The steady sound of a crowd. A ceremony. My blood ran cold. A pack gathering? But why? I strained to listen, my body frozen in fear. Then, a familiar voice echoed through a microphone, clear and triumphant. Felen, my stepmother. "Tonight, we celebrate the sacred union between Shadowfang Pack and Bloodmoon Pack! A bond sealed by the Moon Goddess herself. Let us welcome Elyra to the stage!" My breath caught in my throat. No. That wasn’t my name. I struggled against the chains, my pulse hammering. Someone else was taking my place. Someone was pretending to be me. "NO!" I tried to scream, but my voice was weak, barely audible. My throat was raw, my body too battered to fight. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold back the panic climbing its way up my chest. How? How did this happen? Tears burned the back of my eyes as another name was called. "Alpha Deric!" A roar of approval followed. The mate bond flared inside me, hot and stinging, only to be replaced by a searing agony that shattered through my soul. My mate was bonding with someone else. The connection was breaking. My body convulsed, my bones aching as if they were about to snap under the weight of betrayal. And still, no one heard me. I bit my lip to keep from screaming, but the pain was unbearable. Every second felt like my soul was being ripped from my body. I wasn’t just forgotten, someone trapped me here to take my place. Twelve Hours Ago….. "Please, can I send Martha instead? The tailor called me earlier for the final fitting," I asked, keeping my voice careful, measured. Felen stilled, then slowly lifted her gaze to me. "Say that again," she murmured. I hesitated. "I’m sorry—I just thought—" Her hand shot out, grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at her. Her nails bit into my skin. "You thought?" she repeated, her voice steel . "And who told you you were even allowed to question me, Elvira?" My pulse pounded. She stepped closer, studying me like I was something beneath her shoe. "You forget your place so easily. Perhaps I should remind you." My body locked up. I knew what reminders meant. "I’ll deliver it," I rushed out, my voice barely audible. She smiled, slow and satisfied, before releasing me with a little shove. "Good, and try not to embarrass the family while you’re at it. I swallowed hard, clutching the package like a shield as I turned to leave, my legs trembling beneath me. Ever since my mother died thirteen years ago, I had become nothing more than a burden, a disgrace, a murderer to my family. I was five when it happened. Too young to understand the consequences of my actions. But old enough to remember the hatred in my father’s eyes when he looked at me afterward. I lost my own father to my recklessness. "Take the wolfbane from Elder Marwen and return immediately," she had ordered. "We don’t have time for your foolishness today." Because, today was my mating ceremony. Despite being treated like an outcast, my marriage to Alpha Deric was inevitable. It had been arranged before I was even born, a strategic alliance between Bloodmoon Pack and Shadowfang Pack. For the first time in years, I had hope. Alpha Deric wasn’t just my fated mate; he was a promise of something more. A new beginning away from here. A life where I wouldn’t be invisible. So, I obeyed. I took the path through the dense forest, heading to Elder Marwen’s small hut on the outskirts of the packlands. I never made it back. Now…. The chains rattled as I shifted, desperate to escape. I had to stop the ceremony before the bond was completely severed. Just then, another voice echoed above me. "Do you, Elyra, accept Alpha Deric as your mate and Luna of Bloodmoon Pack?" I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping not to hear the final words. "I do." Pain slammed into me, a wave so violent I thought my heart had stopped beating. I gasped, choking on nothing. It was over, the mate bond had been severed. My body collapsed against the cold ground, my limbs too weak to fight anymore. Then, footsteps. Someone was coming. I turned my head, vision blurring as a door creaked open. A shadow stood at the entrance of the door, eyes glowing in the darkness. I forced my lips to move, to beg, to scream. But only a whisper escaped. "Help me, please."Deric’s POV The rain was light, barely a drizzle, but enough to cloud the windshield in gentle sheets. I didn’t bother turning on the wipers. Just sat there in the parked car across from Carlton’s building, watching the light above his front door flicker every few seconds. I’d rehearsed what I’d say a hundred times. “I’m sorry,” or maybe, “I understand where you were coming from.” But none of it felt right. Because the truth was, I did understand, but not fully. Slapping me across the face for releasing Elvira? That was personal. Still, I had to be here. Ava would want me to be. And maybe that’s why he called in the first place. When the door finally opened, I blinked the rain from my lashes and straightened. Carlton stood in the doorway with his usual cold detachment. No warmth in his eyes, just a strained formality. The kind that said, Let’s get this over with. “Come in,” he said. No ‘hello.’ No smile. I followed him inside, brushing the water from my jacket as I stepped in
Jaxon I stood at the far end of my home office, arms crossed over my chest as I stared at the empty fireplace. No flames, no warmth, just cold stone and silence. Talon leaned against the polished table, his eyes avoiding mine. He hadn’t spoken much since I summoned him, and that silence was more damning than any lie. I turned to him slowly. “How long have you known?” He didn’t answer immediately. His fingers drummed a slow rhythm against the wood. “Known what, exactly?” My voice dropped. “Don’t do that. Don’t play semantics with me.” “I have to know what you’re talking about” He said. “About kairo. Both his new business and movements” I replied tone sharp. A pause. A long breath. “I suspected,” he finally said, meeting my gaze. “Didn’t know. Not for sure.” “Suspected what?” I pressed. “That Kairo knew where Callan was.” Talon’s tone was flat, almost careful. “I didn’t want to accuse him without proof.” That wasn’t the question though. I stalked closer, my jaw tightening.
Elvira After so many thoughts, I decided to approach Kale and talk to him. Even though that might annoy him more. I found him in the courtyard, shirtless, swinging a training blade against an invisible enemy like the enemy was himself. Or maybe it was Jaxon or maybe it was me. I stood by the doorframe, my fingers tight around the doorframe, and watched as his muscles rippled with each motion. Every strike felt like punishment. Every breath sounded like resentment. “Kale,” I called. He didn’t stop. “Kale,” I said again, louder this time. Finally, he paused, just long enough to let the silence scald me. He turned, sweat glistening on his skin, eyes sharp with something wild. There was no sign of emotion there. Just… fury dressed as grief. “You don’t use honorifics again, I see,” he muttered. “I want to talk to you,” I said, stepping forward. “About you nominating yourself.” “You mean the part where I decided not to roll over and not let your little romance story rewrite the or
DERIC I should’ve ignored the call. Hell, I should’ve blocked her the moment her name showed up on my phone five times in a row. But here I was, jaw clenched, hands on the wheel, driving toward a rooftop café that Elyra had texted me like some kind of royal command. Her text was short. “We need to talk. Alone.” The kind of message that never led to anything good. The sun was melting into the horizon when I arrived. She was already there, perched like a damn queen at a corner table, sunglasses on, long legs crossed. She didn’t wave when she saw me, just lifted her chin in that annoying way that said, you’re late. I sank into the seat across from her and didn’t bother with greetings. “I’m only here because you wouldn’t stop calling,” I said. She peeled off her sunglasses slowly. “And you wouldn’t have come otherwise.” “You think I want to look at you right now?” Her lips curved. “Good. This isn’t about what either of us want.” I narrowed my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Callan’s POV A WEEK AGO… I never wanted to believe it. Not for a second. The text from Kairo blinked on my screen like a nightmare that refused to fade when I woke up. At first, I thought it was some cruel joke. Kairo’s sense of humor was twisted, sure, but this, this was a dagger to the heart, a poison that would damage my veins and made the world tilt beneath me. ‘You’re not who you think you are.’ Those words haunted me. It took me hours to even reply. My fingers hovered over the keyboard like I was about to confess some terrible crime. The message came again, brutal: ‘You were switched at birth. Queen Felen is your real mother.’ I stared at the screen. Blinked, read it again. My breath caught. My heart thundered like a war drum, pounding out a rhythm of betrayal and confusion. How could this be true? Kairo laid it all out in cold detail, like a prosecutor revealing the darkest evidence: ‘Queen Felen had an affair with the king — our father. He told me how my real mother
Kairo There’s a different kind of silence that comes from someone who knows no one’s looking for them. Brielle hasn’t said a word since the sun went down. She’s curled up on the cot, arms hugging her knees like they’re the last thing keeping her together. Her hair’s tangled, and her lip’s cracked from chewing it too much. Still beautiful, but in a way that makes your chest hurt to look at her. Which is a problem. I’ve never liked problems that come in pretty packages. I place the bowl beside her. Chicken soup. Or at least the closest thing I could scavenge. She doesn’t move. “Eat,” I say. “You need to.” “I’m not hungry.” She’s lying. Again. “Don’t make me spoon-feed you.” Her brows twitch, just barely. Not a smile. But a sign. I sit on the floor beside her, stretching my legs out. My back hits the wall with a quiet thud, and I let the silence stretch until it’s just uncomfortable enough. “You should know,” I murmur, “girls usually talk to me.” Her eyes slide toward mine,
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