Semua Bab Reclaiming His Fated Luna: Bab 1 - Bab 5

RAVEN“I’m sure he didn’t ask you to kill me… to torture me like this. I am your Luna, how can you treat me in this manner?”But the assigned warriors just laughed and folded their belts once more. This time, when the belts landed across my back, I didn’t scream. Instead, my entire body shook so violently, I thought I would combust.My wolf had been subdued with silver chains and wolfsbane, more than she could handle, but I could still feel her somehow. She had not disappeared completely. She was stubborn, that was for sure. She was not going down without a fight, but she still yearned for our mate and the pack’s Alpha—even if he had not still come for us… she still yearned for Kieran.I yearned for him too. I needed to talk to him. Probably scream at him for letting them keep me here as the culprit/spy who had a hand in the assassination of his mother and brother.I just needed to talk to him. Kieran would believe me when I explained to him, they didn’t let me talk to him because the

RAVENI should have died that day.When mother’s blood soaked the ground, when father’s last words burned into my soul… when Kieran stripped me of everything—my title, my dignity, my name.But I didn’t die. I lived. And I suffered.Days blurred into nights, each moment a new kind of torment. The castle became my prison, my own mate—my captor.Kieran’s hands were rough, his kisses punishing, his touch a weapon meant to break me. And still, my body betrayed me, responding to him even when my soul screamed in protest.I didn’t completely hate him like I wanted to. I hated the way he made me feel. The way he used our bond against me, forcing me to drown in him. Killing both my parents in a last minute act of betrayal was a bonus, too.I hated that some nights, still, when the pain became unbearable, I still whispered his name.But Kieran didn’t love me. And I didn’t love him.Not anymore.Not after he had me dragged from the execution stage and branded like cattle. Not after he made sure

RAVENMy former pack—the Red Moon Pack, was preparing for war.The air was thick with tension, warriors standing in tight clusters, their voices low but urgent. I listened from the shadows, trying to observe the place as much as I could before making a move.My old pack had no idea who I was now, and that was exactly how I wanted it.I crept forward, my hood drawn low, concealing the sharpness of my features. Every movement was calculated and precise, I was no longer the weak, rejected mate who had been cast out, bleeding and broken. I was no longer the girl who had begged this miserable pack for her life while her mate stood and watched.No. That Raven was dead. This one had been reborn in blood, with vengeance stitched into her very bones.The gathering was centered around Kieran, their Alpha.He stood at the head of the crowd, his towering frame rigid with authority, golden eyes scanning the warriors before him. The flickering torches cast shadows along his sharp jaw, making him lo