로그인Neglected by her husband, hated by her pack members and hunted down by death itself. Lysandra Blackthorne couldn’t tell where life began and ended after being told she had one month to live because of the constant betrayal from her fated mate, Edric Blackthorne and Alpha of the shadow moon pack . Vowing to change her fate, Lysandra decided to confront her husband. But after walking in on him in bed with another woman, she flees. But fate has other plans. Rescued on the brink of death by the feared Lycan King Maddox Storme, Lysandra discovers a truth that shatters everything she thought she knew about herself: she is not a lowly omega, but the hidden daughter of a powerful royal bloodline, and Maddox's long-lost sister. Lysandra must now choose between fading as the ex-Luna of the shadowmoon or rising as the heir she’s supposed to be. What happens when fate brings her face to face with her husband and Edric realizes the broken woman he once neglected no longer exists.. -*
더 보기—LYSANDRA——With my bags in my grasp. I look at the pack house one last time as the night draws nearer before taking a turn and finally leaving. This wretched house will never be missed.I should probably just set the pack house on fire, maybe that way I’ll do them a favor of even becoming families in their afterlife. I glare at the mansion for a while, thousands of memories flooding into my mental screen until I shake my head and make my move. As I wander more into the night, I decide to visit Dr. Lyeon and thank him.Even if everyone does. He doesn’t deserve to be left in the dark about me leaving.I knock on the door of his small wooden infirmary where I know he spends most of his nights sleeping on piles of research papers.It takes three good knocks before I hear the door rattle open to reveal him, looking as sleepy as ever.He studies me for a moment before tilting his head and letting me inside.“You’re finally leaving him,” is all he says, shocking me as if we’ve both planne
—LYSANDRA-I stare into the vile eyes of the child I gave birth to on this day six years ago, bright blue eyes that once looked at me with adoration, are now glaring at me with fury and disgust. It looks like he’s about to spit on me. “I’m sorry.” I apologize, like I always do. It’s his birthday, I shouldn’t be mean. “I actually only wanted to give you this,” I rush my words. My fingers tremble around the little wooden horse.Henry’s furious breathing fills the corridor while my own chest struggles painfully for air. Slowly, I lift the gift toward him.“I made this for you,” I whisper.The anger on Henry’s face falters slightly in confusion.“It’s a horse,” I continue softly, forcing warmth into my voice despite the tightness in my throat. “You said one day, when you become Alpha, you would ask for a black war horse. So I carved one for you myself.”Hope flickers weakly inside me as he listens.“It took a while but—Henry shuts me up by snatching the wooden horse and smashing it on
LYSANDRA’s POV—Henry’s face twists like I’ve personally ruined his birthday already. My chest hurts and my stomach drops. “Henry wh—“You’re too ugly,” he snaps, cutting me off, eyes burning as they rake over me. “You’ll scare everyone. I. Really. Don’t. Want. You. There!” He carves his words one after the other and it hits harder than any blade ever could.I stand frozen in the middle of my room, fingers still trembling against the soft red fabric stretched over my body. The dress suddenly feels foolish now. Childish and desperate.Henry points at me with so much disgust it hurts everywhere.“And Aunt Eliza is going with Father,” he continues. “She’ll be there as my mother, not you. She’s pretty and not like you.”There’s a look he’s giving me, one between pity and disgust. Eliza? Mother?. The word should belong to me.I carried him inside me. I nearly died bringing him into this world. I stayed awake through feverish nights holding him against my chest while Edric slept peacefu
—LYSANDRA’s POV-Edric looks at me the same way one would look at a child throwing an unnecessary tantrum and proceeds to scoff. “You,” he begins with a snarl. “Always looking for ways to get my attention when I am in the middle of something important. Always”I want to roll my eyes, but I don’t. Grinding his dick into the walls of another woman is somehow more important than his dying wife. How original. I try to speak but his thick voice layers over mine immediately. “I know you, Lysandra.” His gaze sharpens. “I mean, pretending to be sick was one thing, starving yourself and trying to make me look ruthless and buy your lie was another. But now lying about your death. It gets to a point. Enough with your juvenile tricks” He ends his words with a bitter scoff.“I am not lying!” My voice comes out flaccid and I hate it so much.I pull out the thick rolled paper from my sleeves, containing the report Lyeon has recorded. “This is the report from Dr. Lyeon” I huff out a breath. He






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