LOGINHer mate chose another woman and it cost Marie her child. She asks for a divorce and walks away from the pack that broke her. To survive and take revenge, she turns to Alpha Astance, the most powerful Alpha on the continent and the man fate never truly lets her forget. As Marie rises beside him, lies are exposed, enemies fall, and Johnson realises the truth, too late. A broken bond. A second-chance mate. And a Luna who comes back unstoppable.
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The Grand Ball
“Oh Marie, you must be so proud of your husband! Look what he has accomplished in such a short time. You both are the trending couples in town. I envy you so much Marie.”
“I wish I could marry a man like Alpha Johnson. He’s everything every Luna would need in an Alpha and more.”
“Be careful what you pray for Valerie. Some prayers are better off unanswered.”
“You really like the title of the most loved Alpha in town Marie. You love it so much, you would rather stay at that level alone than have your sister with you.” She lets out a sarcastic laugh.
“If I had my way Valerie, I would not even be featured in my own life scripts.” I carefully apply more Vlash to my bottom lashes. A minor attempt to hide the natural makeup given to me by the best groom in town.
“, Please. What could possibly go wrong with Alpha Johnson? Just look at the blessing the moon goddess handed to you Marie. A beautiful multi-billionaire who is extremely caring. He doesn’t miss any single detail about any of his clan members.”
“Don’t try to seem so humble.”
“Or are you saying all of this because of that Beta? Doreen?”
“Do you think Alpha Johnson has eyes for her? Or do you think she wants to steal him from you?”
“I don’t think Valerie.”
“Exactly! You’re not thinking.”
“Knock. Knock.”
A brief knock interrupts our conversation.
“You can come in.”
“It’s time for the Unveiling already. I so cannot wait. But Marie, do you have any idea about what the clan wants to unveil tonight?” Valerie asks excitedly in a way that pisses me off.
“I have no idea Valerie. This is the hundredth time you’re asking.”
“There’s no way Alpha Johnson kept the news from you. You don’t want to spill, I get it, I get it.”
My hands find the hem of my gown very quickly and I vent my anger, making sure to squeeze the shine out of the dress.
“Alpha Johnson calls for you Luna. It is time for the unveiling.”
Valerie squeals her way down the hall while I force my feet to move.
I take steady breaths trying my best to calm my nerves and prepare to act in another show for the Vonn’s clan. A clan that has never accepted me as their Luna from the very first day.
As expected, the hall is filled with many prominent figures. Different Alphas here to represent their clans and sign alliances. And the ones here to observe and determine the prowess of the Vonn clan from their observation.
All eyes fall on me and a very few give me the bow every Luna deserves. The rest of them have sneers on their face. The kind that clings to a Luna like a new skin.
I shove the displeasure and remind myself to ignore their disdainful looks. I am still the Luna after all.
Alpha Johnson is standing by the side of the pool. With that evil mastermind Doreen right by his side.
She has a professional look on her face. The kind she has used to deceive the clan for years. To fool them into thinking that she is nothing but a mere secretary.
The fake smile on my face stretches. It becomes more real with every shutter of the camera and the numerous questions thrown at me.
I know better than to give any, including the ones I can, an answer.
“Luna Marie.” She bows politely.
I dig my fingernails into my gown deliberately. All thanks to the reflection of the pool at night, I can rest assured I was not seen.
“Hmm.”
“Alpha Johnson.”
“My Luna.” I force myself to maintain the fake façade and not cringe.
There would be more than enough to say. And I do not want to be held accountable for Johnson’s downfall. That is, if he ever does fall.
“Now that my Luna is here, I believe we can proceed with the unveiling.” He slips his palm into mine.
Like he hasn’t avoided me like a plague for the past eight months.
“How’s the baby doing?” He whispers.
“The exact way he’s been doing since you decided to let the mother undertake the burden alone.” I still plaster a fake smile on my face.
He laughs. In a cute way. In a way I know will stir hearts. Not that I particularly care about any of their silly obsessions over Johnson anyway.
“Alpha Johnson, please can we have you come cut the ribbon to this amazing project? After all, the labourer should be the first to partake from the rewards of his labour.”
“Hmm. My secretary, Doreen, can handle that. I wish to stay here with my better half.”
I lean my head on his shoulders. Because I know, if this play fails to convey the message he wishes to, his fists would pass the message on my face.
A ritual I am yet to be tired of.
“Thank you so much sir. For this…” Her eyes linger between Johnson and me. And she slowly detached
“Opportunity.”
“You deserve it. You laboured day in, day out with me. It is only right.”
“Thank you so much sir.”
She continues to walk on the pathway near the pool.
“Take it easy Doreen. You should have just asked Marie to let you take that path!”
“Doreen!”
My heart drops to my stomach when I realise she’s fallen into the pool.
“Marie!” I turn around to see Valerie coming after me very quickly.
Before I can totally understand, I feel one of my feet on the wet platform.
“Oh no.”
I try as much as I can to keep my weight steady but even something as simple as regulating your weight is an extreme sport when you have an eight-month-old cub in your stomach.
“Marie! Somebody help her!”
That’s the last thing I hear before I am engulfed totally in liquid darkness
Marie’s POV The transition from sleep to wakefulness wasn't a drift, it was a violent expulsion. I bolted upright in the oversized mahogany bed, my lungs seizing as if the very air of the Northreach had turned into thick, cloying smoke. My skin was slick with a cold sweat that didn't belong to the mountain chill, and my heart was hammering a rhythm of pure, unadulterated panic.It wasn't my panic.I pressed my palms to my eyes, trying to scrub away the lingering images. I had seen grey. Not the noble, flinty grey of Astance’s eyes or the silver-grey of the High Passes, but a sterile, suffocating ash. I had seen silvered ferns that looked like skeletal fingers and smelled the oppressive, funeral scent of Gardenias. And in the center of it all, I had felt a hollow, aching void.Noah.The connection I thought I had severed, the one the North was supposed to have frozen out of me had flared to life in the dark. It wasn't love. It was the psychic residue of years spent as his anchor, a
INoah’s POV The smell of Gardenia incense was so thick in the Grand Ballroom that it felt like breathing through a wet silk veil. It was Doreen’s favorite scent, a sharp, cloying floral that lacked the wild, earthy sweetemphasisehe jasmine that used to define the Thorne estate. It was a civilized scent, she had told me, designed to mask the musk of the wolves that inhabited these halls.I stood on a raised dais, my arms extended like a sacrificial lamb, while three tailors from the Capital pinned a waistcoat of shimmering charcoal brocade to my frame."A bit tighter in the shoulders, Monsieur," the lead tailor muttered, his mouth full of silver pins. "We want to emphasize the strength of the Southern Alpha, yes? A silhouette of iron.""Whatever Doreen wants," I said, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears.Across the room, Doreen was holding court with the High Florist. She didn't look like a bride-to-be, she looked like a general surveying a battlefield. She was dressed in a
Astance’s POV The heavy door to my private solar didn't just open, it swung wide with an insolent lack of ceremony that could only belong to one person in the four corners of the Northreach. I didn't turn. I was currently occupied with a training dummy, my fists wrapped in rough linen, methodically pulverising the reinforced straw until the dust choked the air.Thud. Thud. Crack."I heard the kitchen staff is currently in a state of religious shock," Kaelen’s voice drifted over the sound of my labour. He was leaning against the weapon rack, buffing a stray spot of tarnish on his bracers with the hem of his cloak. He didn't look at me yet, but I could hear the tremor of suppressed amusement vibrating in his chest. "Something about the Archon of the North attempting to assassinate a citrus fruit? And a toaster that may never recover its dignity?"I didn't answer. I delivered a roundhouse kick that sent the top half of the dummy spinning into the shadows. My chest heaved, sweat stingi
LarerfterfterfterfterfterMarie’s POV The sun over the Northreach peaks didn’t rise so much as it pierced, a jagged blade of white light cutting through the heavy velvet curtains of the private wing. I woke not to the smell of ozone or the thrill of the hunt, but to the aggressive, rhythmic thwack-thwack-thwack of someone attempting to be domestic in the next room.I sat up, pushing my hair back. My heart gave a traitorous little skip as the memory of last night surfaced, Astance at my door, his pride discarded on the stone floor like a shed skin, promising to be a man instead of a monument. It had been beautiful. It had been moving.It was currently sounding like a demolition site.I pulled on a thick robe and padded toward the small kitchenette attached to my suite. I stopped at the threshold, my jaw dropping.Astance, the High Archon of the North, a man who could freeze a lake with a glare and had survived three centuries of political assassinations, was currently engaged in a life
Valerie’s POVThe silence that followed Astance’s departure was more deafening than the roar of the engines in the parking lot. I watched from the shadows of the hospital room as the black SUVs, the only wall standing between us and a shallow grave began to peel away, one by one. The silver crests
Astance’s POVThe air in the courtroom didn't just thicken; it curdled.The silence that followed Hakan’s declaration wasn’t the respectful quiet of a council, it was the breathless, predatory stillness of a pack that had just scented a much larger, much older beast in the tall grass. I looked at
Marie’s PovThe door to Room 412 might as well have been a vault made of reinforced titanium. Even through the heavy wood and the hiss of the hospital’s ventilation, I could sense him. The air in my room had changed, it had become charged, thick with the scent of cedarwood, rain, and the lingering,
Noah’s POVThe first day of my seven-day death sentence began not with a bang, but with the nauseating drip of rain against the library windows.I stood in the centre of the Thorne estate’s command room, a place that usually felt like the heart of an empire, but now felt like a gilded cage. I looke






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