THE CURSED LUNA WHO RETURNED WITH TWINS

**Freya's POV**He was staring at me.But surprisingly it wasn't the way people usually stared with disgust or fear, it was different, indifferent.His gray eyes were locked on mine, and there was something in them I couldn't name. Something that made my stomach twist."Close the door," he finally said, his voice rough and strained.I should have probably run.Every instinct screamed at me to turn around and leave. This was the son of the woman I had supposedly killed. What if he wanted revenge, wanted to kill me?Despite my thoughts, I didn't move.Instead I stupidly said, "You're sweating."He let out a harsh breath that might have been a laugh. "You need to leave."That's when I noticed his hands. They were trembling. Clenched into fists at his sides, shaking like he was fighting to keep control of something."Are you sick?" I asked, stepping closer without thinking."No." He turned away from me, walking toward the window. His back muscles tensed. "Just go, Freya.""How do you know

**Dante's POV**I woke up alone.The bed beside me was empty, the sheets still warm but cooling fast.For a second, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together what had happened.Then it all came rushing back.The ball. The drink. The drug burning through my veins. The room. And...Freya.I sat up so fast my head spun.She'd been here. I remembered her face. Her voice. The way she'd looked at me when I told her to leave.The way she'd stayed anyway.Fuck.I ran my hands through my hair, my heart pounding.What had I done?I looked down at myself. Dried sweat. Scratches on my chest that I didn't remember getting.And just below my collarbone, on the left side of my chest.A mark.Two small puncture wounds, slightly raised, the skin around them darker than the rest.My stomach dropped."No."I touched it, and a strange warmth spread through my chest, not really painful. Just... there. Like a thread connecting me to something I couldn't see.A mate mark.I'd marked

Freya’s POV“Doesn’t matter what you say. I won’t let you reject me. Ever.”His voice was calm. Too calm.Like he wasn’t just talking about my life… like he wasn’t just taking my freedom away with a single sentence.I stared at him, my chest tightening.“You don’t want me,” I said slowly, my voice shaking despite my effort to sound strong. “But you won’t let me reject you?”A bitter laugh escaped my lips.“That’s what I don’t understand.”“Exactly,” Dante replied, taking a step toward me.My breath hitched.“I am the Alpha’s son,” he continued, his voice cold and firm. “I am the one who has the final say in this bond.”Each word landed like a weight on my chest.“So if anyone is going to reject this bond…” he added, his gaze locking onto mine, “…it will be me.”He paused.“Not you.”Another step.“Not someone like you.”Something inside me cracked.I felt my throat close up, like his words had wrapped around it, squeezing the air out of me.I wanted to speak.I wanted to scream at him

Freya’s POVI didn’t sleep.Not even for a moment.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same thingsDante’s cold expression.The mark on my neck.And the word Luna repeating in my head like a punishment.And finally…The Luna Ascendancy.How will I face them?I had asked my maid, Lily, to make inquiries about the Luna Ascendancy.What she told me only made everything worse.According to what she heard, they were terrifying women—strict, powerful, and feared throughout the pack. Most of them were elderly, but that didn’t make them weak. If anything, it made them more dangerous. They were women of high rank, respected… and avoided.“They don’t train,” Lily had said quietly. “They make people suffer.”Her words stayed with me.Many women had gone through their training.Some gave up.Some ran away.Some even lost their minds.“They give impossible tasks,” she continued. “They ask questions no one can answer. They make you handle situations even high-ranking wolves struggle with.”Some

Freya’s POVThe second day began without mercy.I barely felt rested when they called me again. My body still ached from everything I had gone through the day before, but there was no time to recover. No time to think. No time to breathe.The moment I stepped into the hall, their eyes were already on me.Waiting.Judging.Measuring.It felt worse today.Heavier.Like they had already decided I would fail.“Stand properly,” the leader said immediately.I straightened at once, shoulders back, chin up, just like they had taught me. Even that felt forced now, like my body no longer belonged to me.“Today,” she continued, her voice calm but firm, “we begin command training.”My chest tightened slightly.Command.That word alone felt too big for me.“You are not just meant to stand beside the Alpha,” she said. “You are meant to lead when necessary. To speak, and be obeyed.”Her gaze sharpened.“Show us.”I blinked.“Call a command,” she ordered.My lips parted, but nothing came out.Command