REINCARNATED SOUL

LUNA MARIA

I walked through the long, marble corridors of the palace, my heart heavy with a bitter, burning rage.

Maya is a good girl, or at least that is the pathetic facade she presents to the world—so soft-spoken, so gentle, so helpless. But underneath that innocent skin, she is evil. Maybe I cannot pin down exactly how evil she is just yet, but I know it in my bones. There is something deeply twisted about her.

Now, everything I built is crumbling. I have to wreck Edward. I have to tear him down before he hands her the entire pack on a silver platter. He is giving her so much power. They are married now. She sits in my seat, wears the Luna silk, and is about to carry a royal heir in her belly. That baby will make me completely invisible here. I will become nothing more than a forgotten ghost in my own home.

When the seer called her evil and refused to step foot into the palace, I felt a twisted wave of relief wash over me. I knew it. My instincts were right about her all along! She isn't just an ambitious maid climbing into the Alpha's bed; she is a plague.

Desperate for real answers, I sent my most trusted guard to invite the seer over to my private quarters. But the old man declined, sending back a sharp message insisting that if I wanted the truth, I had to come to his hut at the edge of the dark forest myself.

I didn't hesitate. I wrapped a dark cloak over my dress and slipped out of the estate through the back gates.

The seer's hut was cold and smelled strongly of burnt sage and dried roots. The old man sat cross-legged near a small fire, his milky white eyes staring blindly into the smoke as I pushed the creaking wooden door open.

"You took your time, Maria," the seer rasped, his voice sounding like dry leaves scraping against stone.

"Tell me what you know," I demanded, stepping closer to the fire, my voice shaking with raw desperation. "What is that girl? What did she do to Edward? Why did he go blind?!"

The seer swayed back and forth, inhaling the thick smoke. "The blindness is not of this world, Luna. The one you live with... the girl in your palace... she is an angry, reincarnated soul."

My breath caught in my throat. Goosebumps erupted across my skin. "A reincarnated soul?" I whispered, leaning in closer. "Whose soul, elder? Tell me! Whose soul reincarnated into Maya?!"

The moment the question left my lips, the old man froze.

His mouth opened, his throat working violently as if he were trying to scream a name, but no sound came out. He went completely dumb. His jaw moved up and down, but he remained utterly silent, his sightless eyes wide with horror, as if an invisible hand were clamping down hard on his windpipe.

"Speak!" I pleaded, grabbing his bony shoulders. "Whose soul is it?!"

He couldn't say a word. He sat there, mute and shivering, until I stepped back in frustration.

"Is Edward's blindness permanent?" I asked, testing him.

Instantly, his voice returned. "The darkness will remain as long as the debt is unpaid," he answered clearly, breathing heavily.

"Who killed Lucas?" I pressed further, my chest heaving. "Was it Edward or me?!"

"Blood rests on the hands of the bloodline," he answered smoothly without hesitation.

"Then tell me who Maya was in her past life!" I yelled, losing my patience. "Just say the name!"

Once again, the seer went totally dumb. His lips sealed shut, his throat locked up, and not a single whisper passed his lips. It was terrifying. Whatever force possessed or protected Maya’s soul, it held absolute power over the spiritual realm. A name was forbidden to be spoken.

Driven near sanity’s edge by the silence, I stormed out of the hut and marched all the way back to the palace. The anger inside me was a roaring fire, consuming every ounce of logic I had left.

I bypassed the master suite and marched straight toward the guest chambers where Maya was arranging Edward's clothes. I slammed the heavy wooden doors open, the wood crashing against the stone wall.

"WHO ARE YOU?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, stepping into the room with my fists clenched, tears of fury spilling down my face. "Tell me right now, you wretched leech! Who are you really?!"

Maya turned around slowly. She didn't look startled. She didn't look afraid. She just looked at me with those deep, mysterious eyes, seeing the raw, hysterical anger pulsing in my voice.

Without saying a single word, Maya calmly walked over to the edge of the plush armchair. She reached down, lifted the heavy silk skirts of her gown, and leaned back, spreading her long, smooth legs wide open right in front of me.

She didn't offer an argument. She didn't offer a name. She just offered herself.

And like always, the sight of her beautiful, glistening pussy got me.

All the rage in my chest instantly dissolved into a thick, shameful fog of pure desire. My knees grew weak. I couldn't help myself. I didn't care if she was a demon, a curse, or a reincarnated soul out to destroy my life, my husband, and my crown. At that moment, nothing in the universe mattered except tasting her.

I dropped to my knees between her thighs and dived straight to her pussy.

I buried my face against her warm, sweet-scented skin, my tongue darting out to lick her wet pink slit with desperate, starving laps. Maya let out a soft, throaty moan, her hands reaching down to tangle into my hair, holding my face tight against her center as I lapped up her pussy juice.

For the very first time, the dynamic between us completely shifted.

While I sucked her wetness like an obedient slave, Maya reached into my dress, pulling out my bare breasts. She leaned her upper body down, taking my sensitive nipples into her mouth one by one, rolling her warm tongue over them and sucking them softly until I whimpered against her thighs.

Then, she slid her long, delicate fingers down into my soaking panties.

Maya began to finger me with incredible skill, curling two fingers inside my tight hole while her thumb stroked my swollen clitoris in fast, steady circles. Her rhythm was relentless, precise, and completely overwhelming.

"Maya... oh Goddess, Maya..." I gasped out, my face still buried between her legs, my body trembling uncontrollably.

She fingered me so well, pushing me over the edge again and again, that I jerked off multiple times against her hand, my thighs shaking violently, my cries echoed off the quiet walls of the room as wave after wave of intense climaxes shattered my mind.

As my breathless moans finally began to fade, Maya slowly withdrew her fingers from inside me. She leaned down, rolling her warm, wet tongue over my pussy one last time, clean-licking me with gentle, lingering strokes that made my toes curl.

She gently pulled my dress back up, framing my flushed face with her soft hands, looking down at me with a calm, dangerous smile.

"Go to bed now, Maria," she whispered seductively, her voice smooth as velvet against my ear. "I need to go attend to my blind husband."