All Chapters of Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elena's Pov I doubled up, clutching my stomach as it hurt and as though I had been slicing dozens of razors through it. I would think people would suspect I was in heat, but no, I was suffering due to another man's error. My husband was bedding another woman right before my eyes. Without any consideration whether I shall live or perish. Tears flowed from my eyes as I stood and viewed them, their bodies entangled together on our bed. My knees trembled beneath me, about to give way at any time. The hallway whirled around me as another wave of agony swept over my stomach. "James," I whispered, speaking so softly I barely heard my own voice. My husband rolled his head leisurely, his eyes catching mine in the doorway. Instead of shock or shame, his face displayed no more than irritable discomfort, as though I had caught up with him midway through an unexciting phone call and not while he was betraying our marriage vows. "Elena." With a sigh, he made no secret of it. "You're back e

Elena's Pov "Please, James," I begged, legs throbbing against the chill of the cold marble beneath me as I knelt at his feet. "Where would I be? What would I be doing?" James gazed down at me, his features twisted between that boredom and slight irritation, as though I was some wayward dog rummaging through scraps. Beside him, Sophia sneered, one hand wrapped possessively around his. "That is beside the point, Elena," she replied, studying her trimmed nails. "You may take your leave back to Mother and Father. Although they would no doubt be extremely. Disappointed at your failure." Their warning made another wave of nausea wash over me. They'd been so happy when I married Alpha James. The status, the safety, the bloodlines—all of those down the drain now. They would be heartbroken at the shame. "I can continue to be of use," I pleaded, loathing the whiny quality of my tone but unable to stop it. "I can continue to serve the pack differently. I can—" "Stop embarrassing your

Elena's Pov The brush scratched against the white marble floor, the knees burning from hours spent crawling around on hands and knees over the vastness of the Alpha's personal chamber. I sweated, and the drops trickled down my back, forcing the wispy cotton shirt against me. Three days I'd been here, three days since I was demoted to the omega quarters, the lowest tier of the pack. The heavy door creaked wide behind me and the icy blast of air made me jump and quiver. I did not need to look up to know who it was. Her perfume, the expensive bottle I had forgotten on the bed, announced her arrival before the mocking voice. "Ah, ah. The mighty finally fell." She mocked. Sophia walked into the room, marching squarely along the floor I'd just mopped, designer shoes making smudgy footprints on the tile. I clamped down on my tongue, eyes fixed on the marble floor. "Nothing to say, little sister?" She padded around me, her silver pendant scraping against the sunlight that stre

Lykan’s POV She was dying. And I hated it. She lay still on the bed, sweat slicking her forehead, hair matted against her pale skin. The bandages over her wound were stained crimson, and her breathing had become shallow and uneven. Each inhale sounded like a war she was barely winning. I stood in the corner of the room, arms crossed tightly over my chest, watching. Waiting. My wolf was restless. But death never listened. The healer turned toward me, her face grim. “She won’t make it through the night.” I said nothing. “She’s lost too much blood. Infection set in fast. Her wolf isn’t responding. She hasn’t shifted to heal it. It’s... like she’s locked inside herself.” “She is,” I muttered. The healer looked at me, confused. I didn’t explain. I didn’t need to. I’d felt it. Even unconscious and broken, her wolf had reached out. Not to the healer. Not to her pack. To me. “Can we transfuse?” I asked. She hesitated. “We’ve tried already. She’s rejecting normal p

Elena’s POVWaking up was different this time. I wasn't gasping for air, and neither was my lungs on fire, so that was a good guess.I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling.I’d been told to rest. But how could I? I’d been half-bonded to a stranger. I was torn from everything I’d ever known. Given no choice. No warning. No way. Betrayed by the people I loved. Truly, my life was looking like a sope opera. Even so, I was alive, And not just barely. I could feel it.My wolf, once buried deep and silent, now hovered just beneath the surface, pacing like a restless shadow. She hadn’t spoken yet. Not in words. But I felt her now, and that was new.Exciting even. Although I wish she-wolf talk. But not entirely bad.I pushed myself up slowly, testing my strength. My arms trembled, but I didn’t collapse. The floor beneath my bare feet was warm stone. My knees buckled slightly as I stood, but I held onto the bedpost until the dizziness passed, and I was sure I wasn't going to fal