THE TRUE LUNA IS A FATSO!

Bella's POV The garment bag was heavy but I was used to heavy. I carried it carefully across both arms like it was made of glass, making sure the fabric inside didn't crease or drag. The royal pack seamstress had spent six months on this gown. The last thing I needed was to ruin it before it even reached its owner. Nobody looked at me as I moved through the wedding grounds. Of course they didn't. I was Bella Cooper. Pack omega. The fat girl who carried other people's beautiful things to them and then disappeared back into the background where she belonged. Years of being invisible had made me good at that... moving through spaces like I didn't exist. Like I was air. Outside, the Silverpeak Pack grounds had never looked more beautiful. String lights hung between the trees like trapped stars. White flowers decorated every arch and pillar. The air smelled like jasmine and expensive perfume and the kind of joy that belonged to other people. Tonight, Alpha Zane Ashford was taking his

Bella's POV The room they gave me was at the far end of the east wing. Small. Plain. A single bed with a iron frame, one window that faced the back wall of the packhouse and a wooden chair that looked like it had given up on life years ago. No flowers. No welcome. No nothing. Just four walls and a door that locked from the outside. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at my hands. The mark on my wrist had stopped glowing but it was still there, settled into my skin like it had always been there. Like it belonged. Like it had simply been waiting for tonight to show itself. I pressed my thumb against it. It didn't hurt. It didn't burn. It just... was. Outside, the party had stopped. I had been here all alone without food or water and no one bothered to come ask the omega in the east wing if she was alright. Nobody came. Not Zane. Not Elder Crest. Not a single packmate or warrior or even a house servant knocking to bring water. I was alone in the way only truly un

Zane's POV I couldn't move. My father was sitting up. Talking. Breathing with full lungs and clear eyes and color in his face that hadn't been there in five years. He was gripping Bella Cooper's hand like she was the only real thing in the room and she was letting him, standing quietly beside his bed while my entire pack lost their minds around her. Five years. Five years of the best healers from every pack. Five years of rituals and prayers and remedies and not one single person had been able to do what this omega had apparently just done in the space of five minutes. I stared at the symbols crawling up her arms. Ancient. Glowing. Unmistakable. I had seen those symbols once before. In the oldest text in the Silverpeak library, a book so fragile the elders kept it locked behind glass and only Elder Crest was permitted to touch it. The Moon Script. The sacred language of the original Luna bloodline. A bloodline everyone believed had died out centuries ago. My jaw tightened. "E

Bella's POVI didn't go after Garrett.Every instinct told me to chase the hooded figure at the eastern gate, to demand answers, to use whatever this new power was to drag the truth out into the light. But the recruit's face was still pale and shaking in front of me, and Zane had drilled one thing into me since the wedding night.Don't act alone. Not yet. Not until we know who's watching.So I sent the recruit running for the captain instead and made myself walk, not run, back toward the packhouse like nothing had happened at all.By the time I told Zane everything, his jaw had gone tight enough to crack stone."Garrett's gone," he said after his warriors searched the eastern woods and found nothing but disturbed dirt and a single broken twig snapped at an unnatural angle. "Whoever met him there knew exactly how to disappear.""He'll come back," I said. "Men like that always think they're untouchable.""That's what worries me." Zane rubbed his jaw. "I need to handle the council sessio

Bella's POVThe scream led us to the dining quarters, where one of the kitchen omegas, the older woman named Mara who'd told me I used to hum, lay collapsed on the floor with two others kneeling over her, shaking and pale."She just dropped," one of them said, voice high with panic. "She was setting the table and she just... she just dropped."I was at Mara's side before I fully registered moving there, hands hovering over her chest, that familiar warmth already gathering in my palms without me asking it to."What did she eat?" I demanded."Nothing different! The same breakfast everyone—""Check everything," Zane barked at the warriors flooding in behind him. "Every dish, every ingredient, all of it."I pressed my hands against Mara's chest and let the warmth pour out of me, searching for whatever was wrong, and found it almost immediately. A foreign presence threading through her blood, dark and bitter, spreading slow but steady toward her heart.Poison. Not natural. Crafted."It's i