LOGIN“Let's make a deal.” He said, his fingers tracing down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “I'll help you get revenge, but on one condition.” “W–what?” I stuttered, blush creeping in as he smirked. “Your soul.” He whispered, his eyes glowing eerily under the moonlight. “It's mine.” **** Being rejected by her mate in front of everyone, on the night of her anniversary, Anna thought the worst had come, but she was wrong. So very wrong. That same night, he had introduced his wife, the official Luna to the pack, and that was the final snap. Without a second thought, she had fled only to meet her mate. Everyone thought she was crazy, but what they didn't know was that a few years later, she would return. With a thirst for revenge and a son. Their goal? Claim the pack.
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“You are gorgeous, Laura.” My husband said, his voice cutting through the loud music in the hall. Not to me. To Laura Joe. Everyone was stealing glances at me as awkwardness blanked the air while I watched them with a stunned expression. Hushed whispers flew into the air, the sound becoming oddly sharp for my sensitive ears. “I knew it was only a matter of time before this happened.” “Heh,” another sneered, “ and here I was thinking she was going to be different.” I paled, color draining rapidly from my face as I stared at the loving couple on the podium. “You don't look good Luna Anna.” Yvonne, my friend, said as she passed me a glass of water. “Please have this.” How could I look good? My heart bled silently as my husband and mate, alpha Gunner, was dancing with Laura Joe, my sister from my adopted family, who he claims was his supposed “real” mate. Laura giggled. Her eyes found mine and locked, then she threw me a wicked smirk, pulling Gunner into a tight kiss, murmuring sweet nothings in between kisses. I felt my heart quake, my wolf howling sorrowfully in my head. It should have been me. I sobbed, tears falling down my eyes. It should have been me up there, getting all the attention. Tonight was supposed to be our night, our moment, the time when I would have been cherished without a thought or care in the world. My tears continued to fall, the low chatterings and pointed stares boring into my skin saying otherwise. Today was our second marriage anniversary, and I had made a rigorous effort to make this party a success. Going as far as to invite people from neighboring packs and beyond. Being the fifth largest pack in the country a crowd was bound to appear. A crowd I was excited to take part in the news I wanted to share. A surprise I had been nursing in my guts for weeks just to make our anniversary night perfect. Now, watching them, I felt the fire I had in me die, my words choking in my throat as my wolf cried out in our shared sorrow. “Anna,” Yvonne called, but I couldn't hear. I couldn't even turn to look at her, my eyes fixed on my sister's form. Ever since Laura had come back to the pack a year ago, and gotten closer to Gunner, I was beginning to get dangerously sidelined— a sign I had ignored and come to regret. I had no idea how it started or when it started, but this wasn't the man I knew. He wasn't the man who had passionately called my name while marking me. So standing here, and watching him act all lovey-dovey with my sister made me sick. “Anna,” Yvonne called again, shaking me lightly. “Drink. You need to drink it.” “Thanks, Yvonne,” I said, trying to stop my tears. When Gunner's father, Alpha Zion, urged him to get married, then he was only twenty and was known as a notorious playboy. Every day, it was one woman or the other, and the saddest part was that these women fell on his lap like offerings. They took it with pride. At that time, I was yet to clock eighteen and didn't have a care in the world since I was practically nothing in the eyes of everyone. Being a picked-up orphan, who was raised solely for the alpha's son's pleasure — a fact I assumed everyone practically knew, I tried living my life as normal as I could. That, however, still didn't work well for me. Not with the alpha's sudden passing and Gunner having to take over as the new alpha did I know how wrong I was to crave a normal life. I remember meeting Gunner like it was yesterday. I had just clocked eighteen, I was on my way to school, and he was doing his monthly inspection as alpha. Skipping to school, I had a faint excitement, hoping, like everyone else, I would find my mate— a thought that shouldn't have existed in the first place. Perhaps the moon goddess heard and decided to punish me because when our eyes locked, and my wolf chanted mate, I knew my fate was set in stone. It was unexpected. Us being mates that is, but another unexpected thing was how he treated me. For once in his life, the playboy alpha turned into a devoted mate. For wolves, finding your mate, means you were automatically married to that person, so from that day, my life changed. At first, there were whispers, then sneers and taunts from people who placed bets on when he’d return to “normal”, but he never did. From then, sneers turned into flattery. Everyone said I was lucky. They called me special cause he treated me like I was his moon. Being his mate, I was crowned Luna, and treated with utmost respect, but that all shattered after a year. Now, I was nothing but a Luna and mate in name. “Be careful,” Yvonne mouthed, gripping my arms tightly as I swayed. “Don't look.” How could I not? My heart was breaking. My wolf was dying from betrayal, and I felt faint anger rising in me. “Why would they do this?” I cried out, holding onto her for dear life. “Today of all days.” “I am sorry Anna, but let's just ignore it for now. There is nothing we can do about it.” “Ignore it?” I screamed incredulously, my heart pounding. This was absurd. Here I was, aching, and heartbroken. Watching my mate cheat on me publicly, and I was to ignore it? Heck no! Feeling my rising anger, Yvonne immediately grabbed me. “Anna, you know your condition.” Yvonne warned, but that only brought out the anger in me. I flung her arms off my wrist, marching up to them in fury. I felt Ava's anger mixing with mine and heightening my rage. “I have an announcement to make.” Gunner suddenly said as I got closer to them, his arms wrapping around Laura tightly. They both shared a look, the action sending dread to me. “What's the meaning of this Gunner?” I rudely cut in, standing in front of them. “Don't you have decency?” “Decency?” Laura scoffed instead, her blue eyes twinkling with mirth. “The one who should be asking that is us. Can't you see the alpha is about to make an announcement? How dare you interrupt him?” How dare I? I scoffed, letting out a light laugh. “Who are you to ask me that? I am the Luna, and tonight is my wedding anniversary with him, so I have every right to question what buffoonery is going on here!” I countered, feeling my face grow red at my words, my chest rising and falling heavily. Immediately gasps filled the air, and numerous eyes bored into my skin as if questioning my bravery, but I didn't give a damn. I continued, glaring hatefully at her while ignoring Yvonne’s grip on my arm. “You are my sister but everytime you surprise me with your bitchy acts. What gives you the courage to stand here with your arms wrapped around my mate? I know you are an attention whore, but go elsewhere and leave my mate alone!” “Enough!” Gunner's growled, his eyes flashing as he stared coldly at me. “if I hear any insults from you again at Laura, I'll make sure you regret it.” My heart broke at that, the tears I had been trying to hold, suddenly gushing out at the blatant defense. Deep down, even though I didn't want to believe what I was seeing, I still hoped all this was fake, but now…? Now everything I had made myself believe was gone. “But Gunner,” I whispered shakily, “I am your mate.” “Not anymore.” He announced decisively cut me off, and I felt dread creep in me as I looked at him, a sinking gut feeling rearing in.“I Gunner David, reject you Anna joe, as my mate and Luna.”Anna’s POVThe night burns too bright.The torches lining the courtyard throw their light upward, painting the stone walls in gold and shadow. Every flicker feels like it’s watching me—mocking, daring me to move forward. The chants echo, voices rising in rhythm with the drums, with the thud of my own heart that refuses to calm.I can see them from where I stand at the gates—Mattias and Calista, bathed in moonlight, the crowd gathered around them like witnesses to a destiny I don’t belong in. He stands tall, strong, regal even, but his eyes... even from here, they look empty. Detached.It breaks me all over again.I should be happy that he’s alive. I should be proud that he survived everything Selena and fate threw his way. But standing here, clutching my son against my chest, all I can feel is the ache of being too late. Too far. Too forgotten.The full moon sits high above us, round and merciless. Its light spills over everything—the crowd, the flowers, the silver lace of Calista’s g
Mattias’ POVSelena is gone. Her shadow, her madness, her curse—all of it dissolved under the same moonlight that once made us prisoners. And yet… the silence she left behind is far louder than her reign ever was.The pack has begun to breathe again. Laughter returns in small bursts, like timid sparks trying to remember what warmth feels like. Wolves run freely, no longer bound by her control. They look at me now with reverence, respect—sometimes even hope. But none of that fills the space inside me that still aches for what was taken.Anna.Her name alone feels like a wound that never healed right. I told myself she was gone, that her absence was mercy after everything we endured. But every sunrise since her disappearance feels half-lived, as if the world itself stopped giving light to the parts of me she used to touch.Calista visits often. Too often.She comes to the courtyard when the others have retired, offering gentle words wrapped in concern, her eyes searching for cracks in m
Mattias’ POVThe night was strangely still.The full moon hung above like a pale witness, watching as the smoke slowly thinned into the open sky. The battlefield was quiet now—eerily quiet. Only the faint hiss of dying embers broke the silence, accompanied by the ragged breathing of those who had survived.Selena’s blood still stained the stones where she had fallen. It shimmered faintly beneath the moonlight—like oil on water—before vanishing into thin air. Her body was gone, her presence erased, yet the echo of her power lingered for a moment longer before fading completely.Around me, wolves—those who had once moved under her command—were collapsing, one after another. Some screamed. Others simply went still, their eyes losing color. I watched as one of the cursed wolves fell to his knees, clutching his chest, his veins darkening until they dissolved like dust beneath the moonlight. Selena’s spell had broken. Every wolf bound by her bloodline was disintegrating before my eyes.And
Mattias’ POVDarkness had a voice.And for a long time, it was the only thing that spoke to me.Sometimes it whispered in the dripping sound of water leaking from the ceiling. Other times, it echoed through the hollow stone walls like an old memory.Time stopped meaning anything down here. I had counted the passing of days through my heartbeat—slow, stubborn, rhythmic—but even that had begun to blur.Until tonight.Something feels different.The air is charged. The silence is wrong. And beneath the weight of damp stone and rust, I feel it—a shift. The faint tremor of energy breaking loose.The curse that held me, the invisible chains stitched by her power, begins to splinter.My breath catches. For the first time in what feels like forever, I feel the moon.It’s faint at first—a soft hum at the edge of my senses—but it grows, like a heartbeat waking up after years of stillness. The light spills through the cracks of the ceiling, pale and alive, touching the floor like liquid silver.I
Selena’s POVThe night is heavy. Too still. Too silent.Even the wind feels like it’s holding its breath.Something is wrong.The halls hum with whispers, and though no one dares speak above a murmur when I pass, I can feel their unease crawling against my skin. Fear has a taste — sharp, metallic, familiar. But tonight, it’s different. It’s not fear of me. It’s fear for something. Something hidden.And I hate that I don’t know what it is.I pace the length of my chambers, the hem of my gown whispering against the floor. The fire burns low, its glow catching the silver runes carved along the walls — the ancient ones, from when the first Luna ruled the blood moon. My relic rests at the center of the altar, its light pulsing faintly, weakly.The relic dulls the moon’s pull, but lately, even it feels drained. Perhaps that’s why I can’t sleep.Or perhaps it’s because I can feel the rot beneath my own roof.Richard.Gunner.Lucas.Names that should mean loyalty, yet now twist through my min
Gunner’s POVThe night air carried the stench of blood and wet earth, the kind that clung to your throat and reminded you that no one here slept peacefully anymore. The moon hadn’t risen yet, but I could already feel its pull—the kind of tension that sat behind the ribs, coiling tighter with every passing hour. Selena wanted her patrols doubled tonight. She said it was for the “rogue threat,” but everyone knew she just liked to remind us who commanded the darkness.And so, I played my part. The loyal dog, trailing behind her shadows. My boots crushed gravel in rhythm with the soldiers’ march as we scouted the southern perimeter. Every so often, I’d glance at the forest’s edge, imagining another world out there—one that didn’t reek of blood and obedience. One where Anna still laughed.Anna.Her name still burned my chest every time I thought it. It was like the memory itself was a wound that refused to close. The mate who’d been torn from me, sold off like she was some bargaining chip
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