I was blamed for a murder I never committed, rejected by my mate, and tortured day and night by my stepbrothers. I was seen as nothing but a mere slave, even though I was the alpha's daughter, a low-ranking wolf with no status—or so I thought. Now the truth is out. I know the murderer, and I have someone who showed me what love truly is. I’ll have my revenge, no matter the cost. — Ava ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I’m sorry I kept the truth from you. I only claimed you because of my own selfish motives, but now, now I’m ready to make amends, and I can only do that if you give me the chance. — Russell ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ava Brunk, a low-ranking wolf in the Shadow Pack, suffers abuse and rejection, her powerful wolf dormant after a humiliating betrayal. Saved by Russell Dwayne, a ruthless werewolf and Mafia boss, she’s drawn into his quest for vengeance against her father. As secrets unravel—murder, a hidden Mafia organization, and the untapped power of her wolf tied to the Moon Goddess—Ava rises from slave to warrior, seeking justice. But trust shatters when Russell’s dark past emerges. Now, as Luna, Ava faces new threats: a returning mate and shocking revelations that could change everything. Will revenge and love collide, or tear her apart?
Lihat lebih banyakAVA'S POV
CHAPTER 001
"You're nothing but a filthy slave," William growled, his hot breath crawling down my neck like a venomous snake. "You should be grateful I even touch something as vile as you."
I wasn’t a stranger to his cruelty. Every day in the Shadow Pack was a waking nightmare, especially in the clutches of my stepbrothers. Since my mother, the rightful Luna, died, my life had crumbled into ash. My father, once a pillar of strength, had married another woman—a cold, calculating creature who claimed his heart and turned it against me. His new mate and her sons became his world, while I was reduced to nothing more than a stain on the pack’s honor.
William and Damian, my stepbrothers, were the pack’s pride, destined for greatness. I, on the other hand, was trash in their eyes, blamed by the entire pack for my mother’s death. The accusations stung like open wounds, but the truth was buried too deep for anyone to care. My mother’s death wasn’t my fault, but no one listened to a broken omega like me.
Now, pinned against the cold stone wall of my room, I felt William’s grip tighten. He was once my mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess during the last mating ceremony—a day etched into my soul with the sharp blade of rejection. He’d cast me aside in front of the entire pack, his laughter echoing as he declared me unworthy. Now, I was nothing more than a tool for his pleasure, a doll to be used and discarded. Tonight was no different.
He seized my chin, forcing a bruising kiss on my lips. I wanted to scream, to fight, but what good would it do? No one would come to my aid. Not my father, not the pack. William was the future alpha, untouchable and cruel. Resistance was futile.
He shoved me to my knees, his eyes glinting with sadistic delight. Without warning, he freed himself from his trousers, his arousal evident as he rubbed himself tauntingly. Before I could brace myself, he forced himself into my mouth, thrusting deep until I gagged, my lungs burning for air. Mercy was a foreign concept to him. My nights were always like this—humiliation, pain, and the suffocating weight of helplessness.
After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back, satisfied for the moment. Tears streamed down my face as he yanked me to my feet and threw me onto the bed. The worn mattress creaked under my weight, a mocking reminder of my place. “This is your punishment, Ava,” he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “For not finishing the chores.”
Without hesitation, he tore my dress to shreds, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I groaned in pain as he entered me, each thrust a brutal reminder of my powerlessness. The sheets twisted in my fists as I braced myself against the onslaught, my body screaming in protest. This wasn’t the life I’d imagined as the alpha’s daughter. Fate had betrayed me, and I was trapped in its cruel grip.
The door creaked open, and my heart sank. I didn’t need to look to know it was Damian, William’s mirror in cruelty. His heavy footsteps echoed as he approached, a predator stalking his prey. I was screwed—literally and figuratively. Some nights, they teamed up, turning my torment into a twisted game. Tonight was one of those nights.
Damian didn’t bother waiting for his brother to finish. He shed his clothes with a casual arrogance and climbed onto the bed. I wanted to beg, to plead for mercy, but words had never stopped them before. Without warning, Damian grabbed my hair and forced himself into my mouth, his movements rough and unrelenting. The world blurred as pain and despair swallowed me whole. In that charged, suffocating moment, everything went dark.
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Hours later, I woke to silence. My stepbrothers were gone, leaving me sprawled on the bed like a discarded rag. Every inch of my body ached, my skin bruised and raw. But I couldn’t afford to stay weak. Today was the day—the day I’d escape this hell.
It was noon, and the annual mating ceremony was in full swing. The full moon hung heavy in the sky, calling the pack to the grand hall to find their destined mates. I didn’t care about mates anymore; the Moon Goddess had already failed me once. All I wanted was freedom, and with the pack distracted, this was my chance.
Gritting my teeth against the pain, I dragged myself off the bed. Limping to the closet, I pulled out the black gown my mother had given me before she died. It was simple, knee-length, and practical—perfect for running. I slipped it on, the fabric a bittersweet reminder of her love. Each movement sent sharp stabs through my body, but I pushed through. I couldn’t stay here, not for another night of torment.
I bolted the door, my hands trembling. If anyone caught me, the consequences would be brutal. The last time I’d defied my father, he’d forced me to walk across burning coals, his face devoid of the love he once showed me. The man who called himself my father was a stranger now, consumed by his new mate’s influence. I chuckled bitterly at the thought, the sound hollow in the quiet room.
I grabbed a coil of rope I’d hidden beneath a loose floorboard. It was my lifeline, my only shot at escape. Moving to the window, I tied a knot around the iron bar, testing its strength. It would hold. I secured the rope around my waist, my fingers shaking as I tightened the knot. Peering out, I gauged the drop to the ground below. It was high—too high. A chill ran down my spine, but I steeled myself. Death would be better than another night in this prison.
Climbing onto the windowsill, I tossed the rope down. My heart pounded as I gripped it tightly, easing myself over the edge. Slowly, I descended, the rough stone scraping my hands. The rope held, but my arms burned with the effort. I was almost there when I realized the rope was too short. My feet dangled several feet above the ground.
“Shit,” I cursed under my breath, panic clawing at my chest. Going back wasn’t an option. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and let go. The fall was quick but brutal. I landed hard, my ankle twisting with a sickening crunch. Pain shot through me, and I clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle a scream. Tears welled in my eyes as I lay there, the cold earth seeping into my bones.
I couldn’t stay here. Forcing myself up, I tested my weight on the injured ankle. It throbbed, but I had no choice. Limping, I pushed forward, each step a battle against the pain. The mansion gates loomed ahead, unguarded thanks to the mating ceremony. I slipped through, my heart racing as I crossed the threshold into the unknown.
The woods beyond the mansion were dark and dense, the trees looming like silent sentinels. I kept moving until I was sure I was far enough from the pack’s territory. Exhausted, I collapsed against a tree, my swollen ankle pulsing with pain. My breath came in ragged gasps as I stared at the night sky, the full moon mocking me with its glow.
Thoughts swirled in my mind. Where would I go? I had no destination, no plan beyond escaping the mansion. The forest was dangerous, filled with rogues and beasts, but it was better than the hell I’d left behind. Or so I hoped.
A rustle in the bushes snapped me out of my thoughts. My heart shattered as fear flooded my veins. Bats exploded from the trees, their wings beating frantically as they fled. I covered my face, bracing for an attack, but when I opened my eyes, the forest was still. The bats were gone, but their flight wasn’t random. Something had scared them.
I forced myself to my feet, my injured leg screaming in protest. Limping cautiously, I scanned the shadows. My wolf, dormant and silent since William’s rejection, offered no guidance. I’d never shifted, never heard her voice. The only time I’d felt her presence was during that fateful mating ceremony, and even then, she’d led me to heartbreak.
A low growl rumbled through the forest, so deep it shook the leaves above me. My blood ran cold. Tears streamed down my face as I turned and limped as fast as I could, my broken ankle dragging behind me. I didn’t get far before I tripped over a rock, crashing face-first into the dirt. A scream tore from my throat before I could stop it, muffled by my hand as I bit my lip to silence myself.
Footsteps crunched behind me, deliberate and heavy. My heart thundered as I turned, my eyes locking onto a massive figure emerging from the shadows. Its golden eyes glowed like twin moons, piercing the darkness. I froze, unable to scream, unable to run. My chest heaved as I stared at the figure, fear choking me.
Then, a voice broke the silence, low and eerily calm. “Hello, Ava.”
**Damian’s POV**I was exhausted, my legs burning as I stumbled through the dark woods, William’s heavy body slung over my shoulder. His weight was killing me, but I couldn’t stop. We were close to the Shadow Pack’s estate—too close to give up now. The early morning air was cold, biting at my skin, but I kept moving, one step at a time. William’s shallow breaths were the only thing keeping me going. He was alive, barely, and I had to get him help.When I saw the estate gates, my knees nearly gave out. I crouched down, easing William to the ground, his blood soaking into my shirt. The guards spotted us right away. “Damian!” one shouted, rushing over with two others. They saw William’s torn-up body and didn’t ask questions. They lifted him, supporting his weight, and we hurried toward the healer’s quarters.“Get him to the healer!” I barked as we passed through the gates, my voice rough from panting. “Now!” They nodded, carrying William off to Torin, the pack’s healer—an old guy who’d b
I sat there, stuck in that fancy chair, staring at the blank TV screen. My head was spinning, like the world had just flipped upside down. I kept seeing it—my mom’s body on the ground, blood everywhere, her begging for her life. And my dad, *my dad*, pulling the trigger. All these years, I thought it was my fault. I carried that guilt like a rock in my chest, hating myself for something I didn’t do. But it was him. He killed her and let me take the blame.My hands shook, and my eyes burned with tears. I couldn’t think straight. Everything I believed about my mom’s death was a lie. A big, ugly lie. My dad’s voice echoed in my head, cold and sharp: *You’re the reason she’s dead, Ava. You’re a curse.* I’d believed him. I let him and the whole pack make me feel like nothing. And now I knew the truth—he was the monster.Russell stood across the room, watching me. His green eyes didn’t blink, like he was waiting for me to say something. His men were behind him, all stiff in their black suit
CHAPTER 3I bent my head, the weight of despair pressing down on me. I guess it was my fate to suffer like this, I thought, as tears rolled down my cheeks, hot and relentless. The forest around me was silent, save for the faint rustle of leaves in the cool night air. My knees dug into the damp earth, grounding me in my misery. But just then, the soft crunch of footsteps broke the stillness. My heart lurched. As if guided by some primal instinct, I sensed someone standing before me, their presence heavy and commanding.Slowly, I raised my head, my breath catching in my throat. My eyes widened in shock. Towering over me was the same figure who had defeated William with a single, devastating blow. The figure was tall—impossibly tall—especially as I knelt on the ground, feeling small and fragile in their shadow. Their silhouette was cloaked in darkness, the moonlight barely catching the edges of their form, but their eyes gleamed with an intensity that made my skin prickle.I stared, fear
CHAPTER TWOI stared at the towering figure before me, my heart pounding as I recognized the voice that cut through the darkness. It was William, his golden eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger under the midnight moon. Tears streamed down my face as I realized my escape had been thwarted. How had they found me? Had someone seen me slip through ? The questions swirled in my mind, but there was no time for answers.Footsteps crunched behind him, deliberate and heavy. I didn’t need to look to know it was Damian, the other half of my torment. Instinctively, I pushed myself backward, my hands scraping against the rough forest floor. My swollen ankle throbbed, but the pain was nothing compared to the terror gripping my chest. I was trapped, cornered by the two monsters who had made my life a living hell.“Please,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Please, just let me go. Haven’t I suffered enough?”My plea hung in the air, fragile and futile. William’s lips curled into a cruel smirk, and D
AVA'S POVCHAPTER 001"You're nothing but a filthy slave," William growled, his hot breath crawling down my neck like a venomous snake. "You should be grateful I even touch something as vile as you."I wasn’t a stranger to his cruelty. Every day in the Shadow Pack was a waking nightmare, especially in the clutches of my stepbrothers. Since my mother, the rightful Luna, died, my life had crumbled into ash. My father, once a pillar of strength, had married another woman—a cold, calculating creature who claimed his heart and turned it against me. His new mate and her sons became his world, while I was reduced to nothing more than a stain on the pack’s honor.William and Damian, my stepbrothers, were the pack’s pride, destined for greatness. I, on the other hand, was trash in their eyes, blamed by the entire pack for my mother’s death. The accusations stung like open wounds, but the truth was buried too deep for anyone to care. My mother’s death wasn’t my fault, but no one listened to a b
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