"You killed my baby! As the Luna, I'm ashamed, and I don't want to hear the verdict. Kill her!" Damien sneered, and I felt my heart fall into my stomach. The wave of betrayal hit me so hard after Damien ordered his man to take my life without giving me a listening ear for a crime I didn't commit. I felt the sharp pain of his bullet piercing my heart. My death was his end and my beginning. ^ ^ ^ Elara Jules was betrayed, framed, and executed by the man she loved—her Mate, Alpha Damien. However, fate wasn’t done with her. Reborn, with the knowledge of her tragic past, Elara is determined to rewrite her future, seeking revenge and reclaiming the power she lost.Dark secrets unleash as Elara fights her way into redemption. Would she give it all a second chance? Will love prevail, or will revenge her??
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The sharp pain in my chest came out of nowhere, wrenching a gasp from my lips as I stepped out of my bed. The world seemed to tilt, and my trembling hands reached for my phone on the nightstand.
My mate, the man I’d given my heart to, was the only person I could think of in that moment of pain. My fingers shook as I pressed his number.
"Please, Damien… Please pick up," I whispered hoarsely. My voice barely rose above a breath. The line kept ringing. But he didn't answer.
Tears blurred my vision as I dropped the phone on the bed. I pressed my hand against my chest, begging the pain to subside, but it only grew worse. I needed help. Summoning what little strength I had, I dragged myself to the door.
"Is anyone there?" I called out weakly. Silence greeted me. The Packhouse was unusually quiet, as if the world itself had turned its back on me.
I gritted my teeth and stumbled into the hallway, clutching the wall for support. Every step felt like a battle, the pain radiating from my chest down to my abdomen. When I reached the top of the staircase, my vision swam, and the edges of my world darkened.
“No…” I whispered to myself. I wouldn’t give in to the pain. I needed to get help.
But my foot slipped on the edge of the step, and I tumbled down, my body colliding with each step. By the time I hit the bottom, I was already weak.
Suddenly, warmth spread between my legs, and when I looked down, I saw blood.
"No….no, no, no!" I screamed, clutching my stomach. "Not my baby… please, not my baby!"
My scream must have reached someone, because moments later, footsteps thundered down the hall. A couple of Pack members appeared, their faces pale with shock.
“Luna! Someone call the healer!” One of them shouted.
I barely registered their movements as darkness crept into my vision. The only thought that kept me alive was my child—the thought of losing him gave me hope.
When I woke up, the white walls of the Pack clinic greeted me. My body ached in ways I didn’t think were possible, but the emptiness in my soul was far worse.
I instinctively placed a hand over my stomach, only to feel….nothing.
“She’s awake.” A soft voice said.
I turned to see Amelia, one of the healers, standing by the door. Her eyes were red-rimmed, as if she’d been crying for me.
“Amelia…” My voice cracked. “My baby?”
Her lips trembled, and she avoided my gaze. “I’m so sorry, Luna. We… we couldn’t save him.”
The world shattered around me. My baby. My Child. Gone. Tears welled up in my eyes as I clutched the sheets.
Hours passed—or maybe days. Time lost all meaning. I kept waiting for Damien to appear, for him to storm in and take me into his arms, to grieve with me. But he never came.
When the healers finally discharged me, I clung to the faint hope that he’d be waiting for me at the Packhouse, ready to make amends. Instead, when I arrived at his study, his guards blocked my path.
“The Alpha is busy.” One of them said coldly.
I laughed bitterly. “Too busy for his mate? Too busy for the woman who just lost his child?”
The guards didn’t flinch. Their loyalty to Damien was unwavering, even when he didn’t deserve it. I turned away, tears burning my eyes as I made my way to my room.
Two days later, the pain returned. This time, it was worse. Three times worse. My chest felt like it was on fire, and I could barely breathe. But I couldn’t call for help. No one would listen.
I stumbled through the Packhouse, clutching my chest; my vision was blurry due to the unshed tears. But somehow, I made it to Damien’s office.
The guards exchanged a glance, and for once, they let me through without protest. My relief was short-lived.
The sight that greeted me froze me in place. Damien, my Mate, the Alpha I had devoted my life to, had his dick buried between the legs of Sabrina, his Beta’s sister.
Her moans filled the room as his hips moved against her. “Umm… yes, Damien.”
I couldn’t breathe. The pain in my chest exploded, searing through every part of me. My hands shook as I gripped the doorframe, unable to tear my eyes away from the betrayal before me.
“Damien.” I called out. My voice barely over a whisper, but it was enough to make him look up.
His golden eyes met mine, and for a brief moment, something flashed across his face. Was it guilt? Regret? It disappeared too quickly to tell.
“Elara.” He pulled away from Sabrina, his tone flat and devoid of emotion. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“I… I was in pain.” I stammered, tears streaming down my face. “I needed you… I needed my Mate.”
Sabrina smirked, her arms still draped around him as if she had every right to be there. “Looks like your Luna doesn’t understand boundaries.”
I staggered backward, the weight of her words crushing me. Without another word, I turned and fled, ignoring the sharp protests of my body.
I loved Damien with everything I had. From the moment the Mate Bond snapped into place, I believed the Moon Goddess had blessed me with someone who would cherish and protect me.
He was the Alpha, the strongest wolf in the CrimsonFall Pack, the man who once whispered promises of forever against my skin.
But those promises felt like ash in my mouth now. I stumbled back to my room, my mind replaying every moment of our relationship. The late-night walks under the moonlight, his rare but genuine smiles, the way he used to wrap me in his arms after a long day. Was it all a lie?
I sank to the floor, clutching my chest as sobs wracked my body. The bond between us, that was once a source of warmth and strength to me, now felt like chains digging into my soul.
How could he betray me like this? How could he claim to be too busy to see me while he had time to bury himself in another woman?
I pressed my hand to my stomach. My baby was gone. And now, it seemed, my mate was too.
Suddenly, my door was pushed open.
Damien’s POV~The cool night air was freezing my lungs even as I took off. Broken branches swept at my arms, the ground slipped beneath my feet, yet no velocity was enough to escape from the anger brewing in me. Lyra’s whining and crying still reverberated in my skull, her accusations and the venom of her words. My wolf snapped, agitated for blood.I punched a tree trunk. My knuckles split open, crackled as I pounded the door, but the pain didn't even quiet him down. Another punch. Another. Until the wood snapped, and my hands were leaking red. My breaths were ragged, stained with rage.You should’ve killed her when you had the chance, my wolf snarled, pacing inside me like a caged animal. She reeks of death. She reeks of betrayal.I banged my head against the tree. “I’m being fucking torn in half,” I moaned, wiping blood from my palms on the grass. “And she’s still getting away from me.”I made my way back to the house, my feet heavy and raw, my hands red and pulsing. But then, her s
Lyra’s POV~I was in Elara’s room to play the doting sister once more, taking my seat by her bed and acting like I gave a damn. But when I pushed open her door, it was empty.I frowned. “Where is she?” I asked the maid who was arranging the folded sheets in the hall.“My lady, she went away, but now,” the girl replied with a bow of her head. “A parcel came for her. The elders summoned her to the council.”The words hit me like a slap. My pulse raced. The elders. Elara. Once again, she was being observed, summoned, and appreciated. I shut my jaw and stormed out without further reply.I drove to the council hall as though fury and fire were coursing through my veins. I grabbed for the wheel so hard that my nails tore parts of the leather. Every time I shut my eyes, I saw her face. Elara and her depressive eyes that made everyone pity her, Elara with that strange, breakable dignity of hers that sucked in loyalty like fire pulls moths. She could be still and silent and still be loved. An
Elara’s POV~I had assured her that I would be safe. The words tumbled from my mouth, despite the fact that I wasn’t sure I would be able to keep to them. As I led my mother back to her room, her body heavy with fatigue and mourning, I felt her hand shake.“Just lie back, Mother,” I whispered, assisting her in sitting as straight as she could at the side of her bed.She ran her fingers over my face, and her eyes were dulled with weariness. “You talk just like him when you say that,” she muttered. “Always telling me to relax when he was the one dying under all of the pressure.”The dull pain in my heart deepened. I tried to smile for her. “Then perhaps I learned from the best.”“You were always stubborn, Elara. Already as a child, once you made up your mind about something, no one could stop you, not even your father.”“Guess that didn’t change,” I said, holding her hand with both of mine.She looked at me in silence for what seemed like forever, like she was trying to commit my face t
Damien’s POV~I came out of the woods with splinters buried in my knuckles and blood coming out of my palms. The Seer’s words kept on disturbing me.My chest burned. I took my phone out of my pocket with trembling hands and dialed her number. Lyra’s number. I called once. Twice and then again. But there was no answer."Pick up, God damn you," I snarled, my voice low and menacing. My wolf snapped inside me, restless. She's fleeing from you because she knows. Because she’s guilty.Whatever little control I had left me vanished. I yanked my car door open and slammed my way inside, pushing the key into ignition with a backhanded slap that nearly snapped the key. The engine revved, and I hit the gas.The tires screeched against the road as I sped down the deserted street, shadows ripping past my windows. I could see a series of colored lights from my rearview mirror.“Shit.”I flinched, but didn’t let up. The siren fired nearer, with a cop driving alongside me, gesturing for me to pull ove
Elara’s POV~The nights were getting heavier in this house; each night that passed felt worse than the previous one. I could feel it in the walls, in the floors, and in the empty corridors. I had this horrible feeling that my father’s life was draining away, grain by grain, and that we might end up being unsuccessful.I couldn’t just keep on standing still.I knew that each time I saw his chest moving up and down, my resilience would melt away. I thought to myself that if the goddess had given me this second chance, it wasn’t to cry and weep. It was to act.So I began to prepare.During the days, I sat attentively by his side, running cool cloths over his brow, murmuring low words, replying to the elders with silence whenever they gathered around him like vultures. But at night, I planned my escape, with my cloak pulled closely about me. I’d collected what I’d been able to remember from my grandmother’s lessons: a root that would soothe hunger, an herb that would fight a fever, and ba
Damien’s POV~Sleep had long abandoned me. I could close my eyes, and it was only Elara’s tear-streaked, tired face that I could see.I had stayed silent too long. Each time I tried to speak, Lyra’s threat tightened around my throat. “If you tell her the truth, she dies.” I had been tied down by that fear, but tonight I was fed up.I couldn’t take that silence any longer. I needed answers. I wanted to hear what Lyra had actually done.So I ended up outside her room. The halls were silent, the lanterns dim. I leaned against the wall, biding my time and listening. When I heard no noise from inside, I stepped in.Her room had the faint scent of rose oil, but an acrid smell was part of it. I ransacked a little, opened drawers, checked her table. All I found were papers, ribbons, and a half-burned candle. Nothing. I was about to mutter a curse and turn my back when I heard the soft scuffing of her sandals in the hall.My wolf snarled, warning me, Hide! And I jumped under the bed right when
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