Luna By Blackmail

Zara’s POV The day I was buried alive didn’t start with screaming; it started with breakfast. Sunny-side eggs, burnt toast, and silence. I sat at the kitchen counter in my white robe, my hair was damp from the shower, watching Ethan scroll through his phone like I didn’t exist. We had been married for three years, and I still looked for crumbs of affection in the man I once called the love of my life. “Ethan?” He grunted as I placed his coffee beside him. No thank you, no glance or smile. Ethan hadn’t touched me for months. I should’ve known something was wrong, but when you’ve been unloved long enough, indifference feels like normal. That morning, I kissed his cheek, and he flinched. Hours later, I had no idea that I would be clawing my way out of a shallow grave, buried alive by the same man I'd sworn to love and the women I trusted the most. I don’t remember the exact moment I died, only the parts that mattered. Jade’s laugh, Mara’s smirk. Ethan’s hands on my throat. They didn

Zara’s POV “Because to the world you are dead.” I stared at Rael unbelievably, trying to control my laughter. “You bloody liar.” I spat my voice, rough and barely sounding like mine. Rael didn’t blink, he just looked at me as if I were stupid. Then he turned and signaled to the maid. “Turn it on.” A maid picked up the remote without a word, like she was used to obeying, and pointed the remote to the screen mounted in the corner of the room. Click, static, then the news. I almost laughed again, it felt so ridiculous, like he had hired actors and scripted this moment, it looked like some twisted test. But then I saw it. They used my graduation picture, the same one hung in my father’s study. The screen read. Zara Monroe laid to rest- Heiress pronounced dead after a tragic disappearance. A video began to roll, it was my fucking funeral. A closed casket, a sea of black, and then I saw Jade clutching Ethan like she’d lost his soul. Her head was buried in his chest, his arms wrappe

Rael’s POV Zara Monroe, the stubborn and sharp-tongued human, has been in my territory for over three months. Three months since she clawed her way out of a grave and into my world like a prophecy I didn’t ask for. Zara Monroe was beautiful in a way that made my patience bleed. She moved through my halls like she didn’t owe her life to me. She disobeyed every order I gave, except the one that kept her still breathing. She was healing now, eating and managing to walk. She avoided me like I was the villain in her story, and I didn’t give a fuck if I was. But villains don’t keep girls alive. Villains don’t stop their hands from touching soft skin when temptation lies half-naked on their bed like an invitation to sin. I was Alpha of the Bloodfang. The most feared werewolf this land had known. I’ve slit throats for less and burned down towns. I killed my own father with my own hands for letting my mother die, his cowardice sentenced her to a rival pack’s torture. I made sure her killer

Rael’s POV Something was wrong. The moment the scent of blood hit the air, I was out the door. It was faint but sharp and felt too familiar. Zara was in danger. I didn't need a sound to know something was wrong; an Alpha feels when something snaps in the world he's built. Zara thought I wouldn't let her go, but I did not out of mercy or strategy. I needed her to understand what the world looked like without me protecting her. And maybe… I wanted to see if she’d run back. If she’d finally realize I wasn’t the worst monster she could face. Instead, she gave me silence. That was the problem. She was too damn loud, always arguing, always stubborn. But now? I felt nothing but cold wind and blood. I shifted mid-run, bones breaking and healing in the same breath. My claws hit dirt before I even saw the moon. I was the storm. Trees blurred past. Branches tore at me. I didn’t slow down. Her scent led me past the boundary. Then came the others. Rot. Filth. Rogue wolves. Three of them.

Zara's POVWhen I woke up, Rael was gone. I blinked, my fingers flexed against cool sheets. I was expecting a sharp pulsing pain from my wounds, but there was none. It was as if my body had healed itself. My headache was gone and my ribs didn't scream. I sat up in disbelief.What the hell? my fingers skimmed my stomach, my head, and every part of my body. Everything was smooth and whole. I yanked the blankets off me. On the bedside table, I saw a steaming cup of coffee and toast and a note in Rael's handwriting, sharp, angular, and controlled."Eat, you're still mine —R."My mouth went dry, I was expecting an apology or a sweet bullshit but no, this was just another command and claim. I hated that my hands shook, unless....“No,” I muttered. “No, he wouldn’t...”Would he?He’d said nothing about healing me. But I remembered his voice in the dark. The way his chest felt against my back. His breath in my ear.“You drive me crazy, Zara.”I stood and walked into the bathroom and stared a