LOGIN"I, Sophia Evergreen of the Ironclad Pack, hereby officially reject Marcus Blackthorn of the Nightfall Pack, and from this moment forth, I am no longer your Luna." Those words were supposed to free her. Instead, they marked the beginning of her death. Poisoned by her husband’s new mate. Framed as a traitor. Killed then sent back in time with one day to change everything. As enemies plot, lies spread, and Marcus claws desperately at her life, Sophia must become the warrior Luna she was never allowed to be. But with two Alphas claiming her future one out of obsession, the other out of fate. Will her second chance lead to victory… or another betrayal?
View MoreSienna's POVThe invitation arrived on a Thursday afternoon. Heavy cream cardstock. Gold embossed lettering. The kind of invitation that screamed wealth and exclusivity. I opened it carefully, already knowing what it would be before I even read the words."The Paris Children's Foundation cordially invites you to our annual charity gala. Black tie. Five hundred euros per plate. All proceeds benefit underprivileged children in developing nations."I'd been to this gala before. Multiple times. Back when I was Sienna Ashford, wife of Dominic Ashford, attending as part of our social obligations. It was always lavish. Always glamorous. Always full of wealthy donors trying to outdo each other with their generosity and their fashion choices.But this invitation was different. This one was addressed to Sierra Hart. The famous model. The rising star. Someone the foundation clearly wanted at their event for publicity purposes.I set the invitation down on my kitchen counter and stared at it. Par
Dominic's POVI was in my office when Sienna called. I could hear the panic in her voice before she even said a word. The tremor. The barely contained fear. Something had happened, and whatever it was, it was bad."Dominic," she said. "We have a problem. A big problem.""What's wrong?" I asked, immediately closing my laptop and giving her my full attention."Lucas," she said. "He's posting things online. Cryptic things. About me. About Sierra Hart. About someone hiding their identity. And now the gossip blogs are picking it up. People are asking questions. They're digging. They're speculating. It's only a matter of time before someone figures out the truth."I felt anger surge through me. Lucas. That bastard had actually done it. After I'd warned him. After I'd told him exactly what would happen if he tried to hurt Sienna. He'd done it anyway."How bad is it?" I asked, keeping my voice calm for her sake even though I wanted to put my fist through the wall."Bad," Sienna said. "Colette
Sienna's POVI was in my apartment, reviewing contracts for an upcoming campaign, when my phone started buzzing. Not just once or twice, but constantly. Message after message. Notification after notification. Something was happening, and whatever it was, it wasn't good.I picked up my phone and my stomach dropped. Dozens of messages from people I worked with. Photographers. Stylists. Other models. All asking the same thing: "Is this about you?" "Are you okay?" "Have you seen what people are saying?"What were people saying? I opened Twitter first. Scrolled through my mentions. And there it was. A thread from some gossip account I'd never heard of before. "Is Sierra Hart hiding something? Mysterious posts suggest model might have secret past. Thread below."My hands started shaking. I clicked on the thread. Read through it with growing horror. Someone had compiled screenshots. Screenshots of posts from an account I didn't recognize. Posts that were clearly about me, even if they didn't
Lucas's POVI sat in my apartment, staring at my phone. At the number I'd saved weeks ago under "Dom - Golden Goose."This was it. My big moment. The play that would change everything.I'd been watching Sienna for weeks now. Following her career as Sierra Hart. Watching her rise. Seeing her face everywhere. Billboards. Magazines. Social media.She'd reinvented herself completely. New name. New look. New life. And she was making it work. Making money. Real money. The kind of money I needed.My finger hovered over the call button. Part of me hesitated. This was blackmail. Plain and simple. Illegal. Risky. But I was desperate. My debts were piling up. My landlord was threatening eviction. My credit cards were maxed out. I had nothing left to lose."Fuck it," I muttered, pressing call.The phone rang once. Twice. Three times.Then a voice. Cold. Professional. "Dominic Ashford speaking.""Dominic," I said, keeping my voice steady. "It's Lucas. Lucas Chen. Remember me?"Silence on the other












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