Blood Moon: Vengeance of the Reborn Luna

The goddess’s light shines brightest when shadows grow darkest. In death, I find her whisper, and in her whisper, the promise of vengeance.*********I sit alone in the cold, hollow silence of the Beta quarters, my hands cradling the gentle swell of my belly. Three years. That’s how long I’ve tried to win Cain’s heart. Tried to make him see me as more than an obligation, more than the mate the goddess destined for him. Three years of love poured into a man who looks at me like I’m dirt under his boots.The fire crackles softly in the hearth, a weak attempt to warm the void he left when he stormed out earlier. He didn’t even look at me before he slammed the door. Not a word. Not a touch. Not even the acknowledgment that our child, his child, grows inside me.My chest tightens as tears sting my eyes. You have to stay strong for the pup, Lira. My wolf, Red, whispers the mantra she says to me daily.But strength feels like a cruel joke when the father of my pup treats me like a ghost.Th

They say betrayal cuts deeper than any blade, but what happens when the betrayer has no idea their victim still walks the earth? I face him now, the man who ruined me, wearing the face of the woman I’ve become.*********The palace is quiet, save for the occasional giggle of the pups playing in the distant corridors. I sit in the grand hall, trying to acclimate to the life of Nora Moonblood. The weight of her responsibilities presses on me like a suffocating cloak.It’s been a week since I awakened, but the reality of my situation feels no less surreal. I’m not just a mate anymore. I’m Luna—mother to three pups and bonded to the most powerful Alpha of the Moonblood pack.Damon watches me constantly, his concern evident in every glance, every word. He doesn’t push, but I can feel his questions simmering just beneath the surface. For now, I’ve managed to deflect them.Today, though, the peace of my new life shatters.“Luna, Beta Cain and Claire request an audience,” a servant announces,

ALPHA DAMON’S POVLove demands trust, but trust becomes a gamble when secrets linger between us. How long before the divide grows too wide to cross?*********The sound of the children’s laughter carries through the garden, drawing a rare smile to my lips. I watch from the terrace as Eli and Zane race across the grass, their sister Lily trailing behind, shouting at them to wait for her.“Not fair!” Lily cries, huffing with indignation. “You have longer legs!”“Then run faster!” Zane taunts, only to trip over a loose stone and tumble to the ground.Eli doubles over with laughter, but Lily takes the opportunity to pounce on him, sending both of them sprawling. Their nanny rushes over, fussing and checking for scrapes, but the pups brush her off, too caught up in their game to care.My heart swells as I watch them. My pups. My legacy. They are my joy and my pride, and no matter what storms I face, they remind me of what truly matters.“Papa!” Lily’s voice rings out as she spots me. She b

Secrets weave themselves into the fabric of my new life, but with every thread I pull, the tapestry threatens to unravel.*********"Lira?"The sound of my name freezes me in place. My heart pounds so violently I feel it might burst out of my chest. Slowly, I turn to face the voice.It’s Cain.His body sways as he leans against the doorframe, his usually smug face slackened with the telltale signs of drunkenness. His eyes, unfocused and glassy, attempt to narrow as he takes me in.“Lira…” he mutters again, but then his brow furrows, confusion flashing across his features. “No… who… who are you?”I hold my breath, watching as his knees buckle beneath him. With a groan, he crumples to the floor in an undignified heap, his head lolling to one side.Relief rushes through me like a wave. He’s too drunk to process what he’s seen—or who he thinks I am.But the rage I’ve been holding at bay claws its way to the surface. I crouch in front of him, my fists clenched so tightly my nails dig into

In a world tangled with schemes and hidden agendas, sometimes, a moment of laughter is the sharpest blade to cut through the tension.*********I wake up to the sound of muffled giggles outside my room. At first, I think I’m imagining it, but then I hear a loud crash, followed by Jessica’s exasperated voice.“Triplets!”It’s not even sunrise, and the pups are already up to no good. I throw on a robe and head toward the commotion, half-curious and half-exasperated. The sight in the dining room makes me stop in my tracks.The triplets—Lily, Eli, and Zane—have somehow managed to drag a large pot of honey into the center of the room. They’re covered from head to toe, sticky and grinning as Jessica, the pups’ ever-patient nanny, flutters around them, trying to maintain some semblance of order.“You three are impossible!” Jessica groans, waving a towel. “How did you even get this? The kitchen staff is going to have my head!”“We’re helping!” Lily pipes up, her face smeared with honey. “Brea