"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.
Sabrina's POV~I ran from the motel which had become my jail. The photo of the “Silver Veil Asset” was burned into my head, Tyler’s threat to Gideon and Winifred a loop I couldn’t break. Julian’s ritual notes, the paper crumpled in my pocket, were my only hope — a long shot to show Caspian I’d had enough of betrayal, enough of the lies that ruined the brother I’d been only too eager to love. It was his apartment I was after, a risky one now Vellex was twitchy, but I had no alternatives. I snaked by alleys, my sneakers drumming the wet pavement, the stench of refuse and rot covering my tracks. I cowered at the rustle of every leaf, and saw danger in every shadow, but arrived at his apartment building, the cracked windows staring back at me. I first picked the locks, fingers steady though my chest trembled, and slipped inside where only old dust and regret hung in the staleness of the air. I left the notes on his kitchen counter, wishing he’d find them and forgive me, and raced for the
Roland's POV~Smoke twisted from fires, filling the air with the taste of blood and pine, and I stood at its core, my boots sinking into the soil’s upturned clay, my fists clenched so hard my knuckles cracked. My son, my heir, Julian, had been locked up by those bastards in Vellex, his capture a threat to my power. My pack’s raids had been dogging Vellex’s outposts for days: every strike was a shout for his freedom, but it was not enough. Rage twisted through my chest, a fatherly anger mixed with an alpha pride. Whispers among my scouts of Damien’s raid on the Silver Veil casino lab made my teeth grind—Julian’s life was hanging by a thread, and I would rip Vellex apart to get him back.A scout came ripping through the tent flaps, his face black with ash, his leather jacket ripped. “Alpha Roland!” he panted, his voice ragged. “Damien’s team struck the casino lab at Silver Veil at first light. The lab is a complete mess, but Julian’s not there. Vellex is closing the packhouse down, doub
Elaras POV~I woke up with a pounding headache and pain just behind my eyes, and my mouth tasted dry and sour. The darkness closed around me, cold and thick, and I tried to move but…something bit into the skin of my wrist. Silver cuffs and the burn was sharp, not going away. My thoughts thrummed through the fog, memories smashing through: men had burst into Mom’s house, the roar of their boots suffocating me with a cloth that was spiked with the stink of chemicals. I looked at Mom, she had wide contact eyes as she watched them take me back, not a word, not a fight.The truth jabbed me. Mum had sold me out, her signature on that Silver Veil contract—Mother Trial: Elara, age 0—a betrayal cut into my essence. My heart writhed, warring with the love that arose in me for her and the hurt of her silence.A monitor hummed at me, its dim light casting sinister shadows in the white-scrubbed lab. I rubbed my wrists raw — the cuffs blocked my wolf but they left me aching hollow where her fire
Damien's POV~I stood in the war room, my fists balled. The asshole stood there chained and bloodied and had murmured Elara’s name, a winking grin that twisted in my stomach. Caspian’s warning—Silver Veil’s ritual aimed at Elara, Bloodhounds swarming to us over Julian’s capture—seared through me, every word a lash. Roland, Julian’s father, was blood thirsty as the attacks by his pack were his scream for vengeance and I was caught in the middle, my feelings for Elara the only thing preventing me from completely losing it. I needed to seek her out and save her before Tyler’s ideas consumed her.I stormed out, stomping my way down the gravel and drove to Elara’s dorm, the night sharp with the smell of the trees and war. There was an eerie calm on the campus, with darkened windows in the dorm. I forced the lock, the bolt splintering in my hand, but the room was empty — her laptop closed, her scent a whisper, gone. My heart flipped and a cold chill settled inside me. I called the Vellex g
Sabrina's POV~The room felt like a cage, the peeling walls closing in as I walked and walked, my nails punching my skin. The air was stagnant, thick with the stench of cheap perfume and my panic. I was trembling: My hands and my stomach were in knots from nerves, and my grip on my phone was tight. Losing Rosa’s journal to Caspian was bad enough, but planting that tracker on Julian’s car had been a desperate shot in the dark, one which could get me exiled if the pack ever found out. The Bloodhound Pack’s disruption—raids that were tearing up Vellex borders, Roland’s threats about Julian’s capture—shrieked in every text alert. I was an idiot to believe I could play Julian’s game and walk out of it clean. I did a poor job of hiding it because I couldn’t stand what I just did to Elara, not because I cared but because of my brother's fury. My heart stuttered, and I could barely breathe as I felt the full weight of my betrayal, of my brother who did not even trust me.I dialed the phone,
Caspians POV~I rested against the table, maps and knives spilling as though it were a battlefield, my hands still trembling from the scout fight with Elara. Her questions about Winifred rattled around in my mind, but the noise outside was louder, and it drowned the questions out—Bloodhound Pack’s howling about Julian’s arrest was tearing Vellex in half. My phone vibrated, a scout’s report displaying: Bloodhound raids eastern border! Five wounded. I swore, my chest tight, and stomped to the window. Down below, two scouts came crashing through the gate, blood covering their faces.“Caspian!” one shouted, his voice raw. “Roland’s soldiers tacked our outpost. They want Julian and are threatening to rake Vellex if we withhold him.”I clutched the sill; my knuckles turned white. “Roland’s lost it. What’s their move?”“They are gathering at the river,” the other scout panted. “Little hits, but they’re testing us. Roland is screaming about his son, says Damien’s got him chained.”“Damn it,”
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