LOGINShe was born to be Luna. But her name was stolen. Her plus-size body was seen as an object of ridicule and her life was switched with her sister's. Mabella watched her stepsister live the life she was supposed to have until the day of the Alpha’s wedding to her sister. The day fate snapped. The day the Alpha abandoned the bride… and claimed the fat sister instead. Now hated by the pack, framed as a traitor, and hunted by enemies within and beyond the territory, Mabella must survive a sister who would rather burn the kingdom than lose the crown. In a pack where beauty is power and betrayal is currency The Luna they mocked Is the one who will reign.
View MoreThank you for taking this journey with me. Your love, support, and every moment you spent with these characters mean more than words can express. I hope this story stays with you long after the final page. Until our paths cross again in my next adventure, keep believing in love, hope, and second chances.With love,Felycia Shatt ❤️
Mabella's POV "She's here," Vida told me quietly, placing the tiny bundle against my chest with the specific care of a healer who had done this twice now for the same mother and understood exactly what the moment required.I held her immediately, arms wrapping around that small, new weight. She was warm and perfect, eyes closed tight, her little chest rising and falling steadily. "She's so small," I whispered, tears blurring my vision. "Vida, look at her fingers. So delicate.""She's healthy," Vida said, smiling as she wiped her hands on a clean cloth. "Strong lungs, strong heart. The bloodline markers are different from Sol's. Not stronger or weaker. Just different. The same convergence is expressing itself in a new pattern. We'll document it properly after you rest.""Tomorrow," I told her firmly, never taking my eyes off my daughter. "Not tonight. Tonight is just for us.""Tomorrow," Vida agreed, squeezing my shoulder gently. "You've done beautifully again, Mabella. Rest now."Al
Alfredo's POV "Two years today," Mabella told me, finding me at the war room window at the early hour before the day started, the pack below just beginning to wake under the soft pink light of dawn.I turned slowly, my heart already full before I even saw her fully. There she stood in the doorway, Sol balanced comfortably on her hip, the morning light streaming in behind her like a blessing from the moon herself. The Ashborne ring glinted on her finger, catching the light with every subtle movement. She looked just like herself—fully present, completely certain, the Luna who had walked through fire with me and emerged stronger, warmer, ours."Two years since the kitchen," I said, the words carrying the weight of every memory between us. I crossed the room in a few strides, unable to stay away."Yes," she replied softly, her eyes meeting mine with that steady warmth that always grounded me.Sol looked at me with those enormous eyes—eyes that seemed to hold the whole pack's future—and
Mabella's POV "One year today," Sera told me, appearing in the dispute hall doorway after the morning session with Kaia right behind her and that expression—warm and certain and entirely Sera. The kind that made the whole room feel steadier just by her presence.I looked up from the notes I was sealing, the ink still drying on the latest resolution. The hall smelled of polished wood and faint herbs from the sachets we kept in the corners. "Sera. A full year since the kitchen. How are you even keeping track with everything else going on?""It's the founding story of this pack's current era," Sera replied pleasantly, stepping inside with Kaia at her side. "We tell it to the children now. The smoke, the compound, the Luna who walked in with nothing but courage and turned everything around. They listen like it's a legend."I set the quill down slowly, a small laugh escaping me. "How does everyone know about the kitchen? I thought that was buried in the early reports. Who started spreadi
Mabella's POV "He asked me to be his mate," Senna told me, sitting across from me in the small east wing sitting room at a late hour with that expression—warm and slightly self-conscious in a way that Senna rarely was.The words hung in the air like the soft glow of the flickering lanterns on the
Mabella's POV "She's pushing too hard," Serena told her, appearing in the Luna quarters doorway at the early hour with that expression she wore when she had been sitting on something and had decided it couldn't wait any longer.I looked up from the baby nestled in my arms, her tiny fingers curled
Mabella's POV "I didn't expect you here," I said, finding Senna sitting on the right side of the orange tree with her travel jacket on and her bag at her feet and her face carrying something that had shifted since the council."Fred sent me," Senna told me, glancing up as I approached."Alfredo s
Mabella's POV "Are you ready?" Alfredo asked, and we were standing outside the coronation hall doors. The sound of fourteen allied delegations and ten thousand pack members rumbled through the thick wood like a living heartbeat. Everything had been building toward this specific morning, and there






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