LOGINLara is falsely accused of killing her husband, Max, who died on their wedding night. Everyone, including her sister Eveline, believes she's guilty. But Max’s brother, Alpha Jerry, gives her a chance. He proposes marriage, offering her protection as his Luna. Lara accepts the offer, not out of love, but to secretly investigate Max's death. Jerry plans to publicly reject Lara once he proves she's a murderer. He feels a strong mate-bond with her but is determined to find the truth, even if it means destroying her. Their shared mission to find the killer brings them closer, but their love is considered "forbidden" by others, who believe it's a "taboo to marry your brother's widow."
View MoreLARAThe moment I read the words, “Lara, the Luna, the Killer,” a cold certainty, not fear, settled in my stomach. I knew that script. That neat, precise handwriting, and the twisted, self-righteous tone. It belonged to only one person, Evelyn.My sister.She wasn’t here just to visit. She was here to finish the job Henry had started. This note wasn't a warning, it was a reminder of the threat she held over my head.I crushed the paper in my fist. The mission. That was the only thing that mattered.My body was still tingling, humming with the memory of Jerry’s hands, his mouth, the forceful, primal way he had claimed me. He had stripped away the pain of Evelyn’s insults and Henry’s threats, if only for a few hours. He had called me "the best thing." But that sweetness, that sense of belonging, was a distraction I couldn't afford. I married him to find Max’s killer, and Max’s killer, I was now certain, was somehow connected to Evelyn and Henry.I slipped out of the bed, grabbing Jerry'
LARAThe Alpha's command, “Go to the room,” echoed in my ears, yet his words barely registered over the storm of betrayal raging in my gut. Henry. The smug wink, the contemptible smile. He hadn't sent me to war, he'd sent me to test me, to see if I would run, justifying Max’s murder in his own twisted mind. He was the venom, and I had nearly walked right back into his trap.I didn't pause to watch Jerry's performance of fury for the guards. Henry’s presence drained all the air from the courtyard. I simply turned and walked toward the main house, my soaked riding clothes heavy and cold against my skin. Jerry's sudden, weak pity when he heard Henry’s explanation, that brief, soft look, it was dangerous. It made me want to lean on him, to admit my fear, to tell him everything about Sasha and the crown and the prayer. But I was still the one who murdered Max, in everyone's eyes. And I was still the unwanted wife.I reached our shared chambers. It was a massive room, built for an Alpha and
His voice—just the sound of Alpha Jerry’s fury—yanked my attention away. I didn't wait to hear more. Ignoring my pointless, annoying prayer for help, I spun and ran, bolting toward the stables.I let out the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding, only to hear Sasha’s voice, dripping with false sorrow. "You came back. I thought you would go to your Luna, Lara."Oh, hell no. This was the absolute worst time to appear. He couldn’t see my face, but I desperately needed to know where his mind stood regarding our forced marriage. I pressed myself into the shadows of a corner, straining to hear their conversation."I won’t let you speak badly about Lara," he warned. His voice was tight, stripped of any warmth or trace of a smile."It was a forced but forbidden union! I will do everything in my power to make her face the crime she committed rather than let her assume the place of a Luna!" Sasha’s voice rose, simmering with genuine fury now.Jerry stomped his foot—I heard the heavy thud—an
Where was I going? Anywhere I could find peace.The horse rode on, and I began to enjoy the rhythm of the journey. It felt as if the dear animal sensed my pain, deciding to offer comfort in the only way it could. The world blurred into a soothing green.Then the rain began.At first, I welcomed the cool drops on my skin. It was cleansing. But soon it intensified, becoming a deluge that left me soaked and shivering. I was in the middle of nowhere. The ride was no longer a pleasure; it became a desperate search for shelter.A solitary hut appeared through the downpour. “Perhaps I’ll find help here,” I murmured to myself.I quickly tied my beautiful silver horse to a nearby tree. The action was barely finished when the hut's door opened, and a woman appeared. She was stunning—my age, perhaps a little older.“My dear, Alpha parks his horse there. Please find another spot,” she said. Her voice was nice enough, but the words held a casual dismissal, as if who I was didn't matter.“Uh—hello,






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