"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~A moment had passed before I panicked, as Elara’s voice sliced through the haze of our kiss, her question soft but concerned. “What do you mean?” My heart slammed, the truth hovering at the tip of my tongue—all the abuse I’d swallowed, the mate bond, that I’d been reborn, the love that haunted me. I opened my mouth, ready to let it all pour out, to tell her how she still owned every part of me. But before I could say anything, she shook her head, defiance flashing in her eyes. “I don’t want to hear it,” she said, her tone resolute, and then she turned and left, shutting the door with a click behind her.I stood there in shock, my breath trembling, while regret flooded through me. I had come so close to opening my heart, to telling her I loved her, that I never stopped loving her. But that alone served as, a stark reminder that the timing wasn’t right — that maybe it never would be. I sighed and sat down in my chair and dropped my head into my hands. I’d resolved to conf
Elara's POV~I couldn’t ignore the feeling that stuck with me during class, an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach that wouldn’t let go. Julian’s words from earlier kept echoing in my brain — his confession, the way he’d wove together his fingers with mine and asked about a relationship, how honest his voice had been, how it had taken me aback.I wanted to dismiss it, to convince myself it didn’t mean anything, but deep down, I knew otherwise. He was practically about to lay his heart out on the line, and if Damien hadn’t interrupted with that loud, commanding outburst, I might’ve had no choice but to face it head-on.As much as I hated to admit it, Damien’s interference had saved me from something I wasn’t ready to have. And that only made me feel worse.I found myself sitting in the back of the lecture hall, my pen tapping restlessly at my notebook, hardly hearing the professor over the chatter in my mind. Damien wasn’t teaching today, thank the Moon Goddess, but it didn’t matte
Sabrina’s POV~I was on my way to class when I saw them. Elara, Damien, and Julian, standing in the corridor.My gut twisted at the mere sight of them and I ducked behind some trees before they could see me, my heart racing with both curiosity and dread. I shouldn’t have cared. I should have just kept walking, head high as if they didn’t mean a thing to me. But I couldn’t.Not when Damien was here, with his eyes locked on Elara as though she was the only thing in existence. It made me sick — sick with jealousy, sick with longing, sick with the inescapable truth that the man I loved loved her.I bent down, trying to hear what they were saying over the sound of the leaves rustling.Elara had shivered away, leaving only Damien and Julian at odds, their words cold and scorching. I couldn’t hear every word they said, but I heard enough — Julian teasing Damien about Elara, Damien’s voice low and furious as he told Julian to stay away. My chest tightened. Damien’s lecture wasn’t just abou
Damien's POV~As soon as I heard Julian’s words, I panicked from where I was standing.I could tell just what he was about to say to Elara. Something to sweeten his way into her life, something about being, “together” talk, something about her “freedom” since she hadn’t found her mate yet. My blood was rushing, I could hear it in my ears, and I was unable to refrain myself from shouting across the corridor, my words ringing in the air, unarguable. “What on earth are you still doing there?! It’s time for class!” I had purposely added that part about him being a teacher just to hide my desperation, but I was shaking inside. I was scared. I couldn’t allow him to finish that sentence. I couldn’t allow him to ask her to be his, not when every fiber of mine still shrieked that she was mine.What I did not expect was Elara’s reaction. I’d steeled myself for her to turn on me, to scold me for interrupting, even to agree defiantly, about whatever it was Julian was proposing, just to spit
Elara's POV- I was so angry that I found it difficult to think straight. The sight of Damien standing in his office like he had any right to judge Julian, and to caution me on who I should and should not trust. Him, of all people!The man who’d broken my heart in my previous life, the man who had swallowed up Sabrina’s lies and never questioned his judgment. A man whose hands are stained with betrayal. How dare he call someone else a bad person? I left his office that day, my chest heaving, head full of messy anger and confusion. Sadness even.An ache that wouldn’t go away.The following day, I didn’t attend his class. I couldn’t stand the idea of sitting there, feeling his gaze on me, listening to his voice go on about pack dynamics as though he wasn’t the one who had shattered my world. Instead, I remained in my dorm and paced the floor, replaying our fight. His words rang in my head, “He’s not a good person” and I felt like screaming.Who was he to talk to Me? But as I thought mor
~Damien's POV-I hadn’t felt this miserable in weeks.Not since Elara caught me with Sabrina and everything went to hell. The rumours on the campus message board I saw about me dating Sabrina had only made matters worse, and I hadn’t slept well, tormented that Elara had read them.All I wanted was to visit her, to speak with her, to discover some way to bridge the gap between us. But she’d also been avoiding me like I was some kind of plague, always rushing off to this or that class or meeting, leaving me with nothing but passing glimpses of her in the halls.So when I entered the lecture hall that morning to teach, my heart skipped at the sight of her seated near the back, her head bent over a notebook.As I stood at the podium, I could see her, her dark hair spilling over one shoulder, her brow knotting as she concentrated. She was gorgeous, even with that closed-off look she had on now, the look she’d not had in our past life when she’d looked at me like I was everything to her. I
~Sabrina's POV-I had never been so angry in my life.Everything had gone perfectly, or at least it was supposed to. I’d worked out the details to perfection: having Damien bump into me in the woods, giving him a glimpse of the damsel in distress so he wouldn’t be able to look away, so he’d pick me up and put me on his back and see me in a way he hadn’t, wouldn’t, have done otherwise.I’d even let a trickle of blood run from my nose, just enough to sell the performance, knowing he would be too honorable to leave me there. It was my opportunity to draw him in, to remind him what he’d been missing all this time. And it had nearly worked — until Elara messed it all up.As I stretched vulnerable across my bed, playing dead, sucking breaths in thin and controlled, waiting for my body to feel relaxed enough to move. Damien had been so soft, tucking the blanket around me, fingers brushing my cheek. I felt it — the spark, the potential for more. Then I grabbed him, pulling him down, my heart
~Damian’s POV~ I knew the world around me was falling to pieces that night, broken shards scattering at my feet, and I could do nothing to prevent it. Tears burned at the back of my eyes, an emotion I hadn’t felt in years—ever since the moment in my last life when I’d put the barrel of a gun in my mouth and pulled the trigger, choking on the regret of what I had done to Elara. But now, in this second life, everything spiralled out of control: one disaster barreled into the next. First, I’d found Sabrina bleeding in the woods and carried her back, then run into Elara and met that cold, accusing look in her eyes. And then, just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get worse, it got worse. I’d been tending to Sabrina in her dorm room, my head still spinning from Elara’s clipped command outside—“Take her in.” The way she’d said it, like I meant nothing to her, hurt more than I was willing to admit to myself. I’d tried to explain, to make her understand I was not choosing Sabrina over
~Elara’s POV ~ I couldn’t shake the guilt that had planted itself in my chest since the night with the rogue. Damien had leapt in front of me, his wolf ripping into the beast without a moment’s hesitation, and all I’d done was follow Julian out. I’d convinced myself it was the right move—keeping Damien at a distance, not letting him believe I still cared. But I couldn’t shake the image of his bloody matted fur, his gray eyes staring into mine as he struggled to save me. It dined on me, a silent pang that I couldn’t repress no matter what I did. I’d spent that evening holed up in my room, pacing the frayed wooden floor, trying to understand what it all meant. The hostel was typically filled with chatter and laughter, but tonight, it was too quiet — too still. Then, a muffled shout pierced the silence, and the sound of hurried footsteps echoed up the stairwell. My stomach twisted. Something was wrong. I found a sweater dashed out of my room, my bare feet padding the cold floor, and
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