Diana felt the pain of betrayal more than the stab wound that pierced through her womb as she stared at the person before her with tearful eyes."Why?" Diana coughed more blood. "Why did you do this? I... I thought – ""You thought what? That I will forever remain as your shadow? Ha! Tough chance, Luna Diana." A cruel grin curved from the person's red lips as she stared down at the Luna of the Crescent Pack below her. "Everything you have. Everything that you will have. All of them belong to me! Mine and mine alone! I, Anastasia Lerin, am the rightful Luna of this pack and never a pathetic woman like you! Had it not been from your lineage that belongs to the Beta Family, you will never have had the chance to be with Alpha Axel!"Diana's chest tightened as she gazed up at the woman whom she once treated as her soul sister ever since she could remember. "I trusted you. My family treated you as if you belong to the Beta Family. H-How? How could you betray them like this?"Anastasia kicke
A pair of blood-red eyes snapped open followed by a sharp intake of breath. It was as if she came from a deep slumber with no room to breathe, in a way she did. She practically climbed up from hell after dying at the hands of the people she trusted. A wave of scalding hate pierced right through Diana’s ice-cold heart, melting it with only one purpose: revenge. She trusted them and loved them with all her heart and soul but what did she get in return? Her baby was taken away from her and her life trampled over and over again! “Hey, Diana. Are you alright? Why are you clutching your chest?” Anastasia’s over-the-top sweet voice pulled Diana from her miserable trance. “!!!” A gasp escaped Anastasia’s pale lips when the latter met Diana’s gaze—it was burning with hatred and malice. But in a blink of an eye, the seemingly daunting look of the submissive Diana vanished as if it was never there in the first place as if it was only Anastasia’s figment of imagination. Anastasia failed to not
“I still can’t believe you are here, Diana. I am so glad you finally start to come out of your shell.” Luna Riza gave Diana a list of to-do before placing a whole platter of pancakes before her. The middle-aged blonde Luna continued with her natural sweet voice. “Nathan is still not here. He is with Alpha Dylan and your father surveying the borders where the rogue attacks are frequent.”Diana frowned. She did not remember this event from her past life. “Why are they there instead of checking the area for the Tribute Ceremony, Luna?”Luna Riza leaned and whispered, although it was pointless since werewolves got a sensitive hearing. “My husband mind-linked me just now. He talked about blowing some steam.” She shrugged. “I don’t know what’s going on inside the mind of the alpha who singlehandedly defeated the northern rogues.”Diana was about to find some alibi to excuse herself when Luna Riza’s cellular phone rang. The latter’s face lit up upon reading the caller’s ID. Diana took this c
“I know I asked you to be brave and to explore your comfort zone, but this—this is too much!” Beta Mason, who looked younger than his age, wiped his face from exploding right in front of his daughter. He paced in the living room while Diana and his mate, Lorraine, remained seated on the sofa. Beta Mason and his wife, Lorraine, let an entire night pass before interrogating their daughter. The sudden change of disposition of Diana, their usually timid child, was so abrupt that it sent the old couple into a loop. “Your father is right, darling. The Tribute Ceremony is only for those who have lost their mates.” ‘If you only know what my supposed mate will bring in this family along with that woman, Mother, Father,’ Diana thought beneath her collected façade. She stood and faced her father—something the previous Diana would never dare to do. She spoke in a resolute tone. “Dad, Mum, do you trust me?” “Of course! What kind of question is that?” answered Beta Mason. “Of course, we do, dar
Diana stared at the wall of her room.Papers pinned on the wall were connected by a red string with numbers allocated carefully. Pictures of all she was yet to know in this second life and the people she held dear from both lifetimes were also scattered onto the wall before her. This was the timeline of the future she knew for the next ten years.Diana’s misfortune was set in stone the moment Axel returned to the Crescent Pack which would be two months from now. But her bad luck began way before that—it was the Tribute Ceremony that started it all.Her gaze flickered to the picture of a smiling Anastasia. Diana’s gaze darkened as she caressed Anastasia’s picture which was scratched by the knife many times already. “I want to see if you can still smile brightly after I exact my revenge on you. Losing everything you hold dear, realizing what you have is nothing but a mere sand castle. I want to see you crumble, my dearest best friend.”The feeling of blood trickling down her thighs, Dia
The good thing about ceremonies maintained for over millennia, the higher-ups would respect them to the point of avoiding the usage of the rising technology—and Diana took this blind spot and used this to her advantage. After separating herself, she immediately situated herself atop a Willow Tree.Having been in siesta mode for over three hours since the Tribute Ceremony began, Diana heard the rustles and howls within the misty forest. The sound of claws hitting the moldy forest floor did not leave her heightened senses. And the smell of blood grew stronger as time passed.Diana, who was leaning against the tree trunk with her legs hanging on the topmost branch, could not help the cold grin on her face. Staring at the light blue sky, she inched her arm beneath her head as a pillow while listening to the cries of the women in the Tribute Ceremony being slaughtered one by one.Like a symphony of the devil himself, Diana waited for the entanglement of blood and desire to reach her tempor
Right after Diana was freed from the awarding ceremony of the Tribute Ceremony, she heard the voices of her mother and father from her right side. In between them, there was a horde of spectators from the Tribute Ceremony. She could have squeezed herself to meet them halfway, instead, Diana took this opportunity to walk away from them—it was as if she did not hear them in the first place. The heavy downpour of rain began, soaking her black shirt and white shorts. Yet her muddy shoes did not falter, for her strides were predetermined already. ‘As expected, like what happened in my last life, the killing spree was not a big deal in a Tribute Ceremony. In fact, it is quite normal. For this generation who enjoyed peace more than the turbulent times, it is quite a big deal for the younger folks. But for the older ones? No rule has been breached.’ Diana thought. A warm yet abrupt hug pulled Diana from her trance. “!!!” “Diana! Oh, goddess! Diana Ritchell!” cried the elder woman who was
‘I doubt if Amber was treated like this in the first timeline,’ Diana thought.Hands in her luggage, she stood in front of a room akin to a utility room inside the Blood Claws Pack. Sighing at how childish the alpha was acting, she opened the dingy old door with the rusty key Beta Seymor gave her right after arriving at the back of the pack house.No welcoming. No introduction. Nothing. Diana’s arrival was treated like a grand secret befitting of a criminal.“I wouldn’t wonder if I find any dead body here,” mumbled Diana. She wandered around the tiny room.Aside from a bed which was fairly new, a cabinet, a study table, and a chair, there was nothing. There was no source of light either. The wall had yellowish streaks on the wallpaper. Cobwebs littered the corners of her ceiling. And the small window right in front of her study table was dusty.“At least the bed is comfy.”Diana did not mind being in this kind of room. Almost all her life, she lived as the lesser one. This time, she w