บททั้งหมดของ THE BROKEN LUNA'S REVENGE:FATED TO MY SISTER'S MATE : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Raina“Ah!”My head slammed against the edge of the bedframe, and for a second, I couldn’t think—couldn’t breathe. The room spun. My ears rang. My skin burned from where Kael’s hand had struck me.Before I could recover, his hand closed around my throat.He was on top of me, already pressing me down into the mattress with his weight. I grabbed at his wrist, struggling, but he was stronger—he was always stronger.I gasped, choked, tried to pull in air, but nothing came. My nails scratched at his arm, desperate to make him stop.Then I felt it—fabric tearing.My wrapper was ripped away in one pull. My chest heaved with panic as I tried to scream, but he was already forcing himself into me.No. No—I wasn’t ready. My body wasn’t prepared. It felt like fire—sharp and unbearable. I cried out, the pain blinding. I used everything I had to push him off me, but he didn’t budge.Instead, he pulled back.And slapped me again. Hard.I flew off the bed, hit the cold floor, and scrambled for the d

RainaTara’s porch light flicked on just as my paw touched the first step. The shift back to human tore a groan from my throat—every bruise screaming for attentionTara opened the door, one look at me and she froze.“Raina,” she whispered. “What happened?”Her voice shook with anger as her eyes scanned my face, taking in the swelling on my cheek, the bruises on my arm. I didn’t say a word. I didn’t need to. She already knew.She pulled me inside and slammed the door shut behind me. “Did he do this again? Was it Kael? Selene?”I sank onto her couch and stared blankly at the wall. I didn’t have the energy to answer.Tara paced, fists clenched. “I swear to the moon, I’m going to kill them. I’ll burn their damn house down.”“You can’t,” I said quietly. “We both know how this works. If you go against them, it’ll fall back on you.”“But they hurt you,” she snapped, her voice breaking. “And Selene? That backstabbing witch—Raina, I should’ve done more. I was busy chasing clout and I left you

Selene – Her Side of the StoryRaina was never loved.Not by our father.Not by the pack.Not even by the goddess herself, if you ask me.She was the daughter of a mistake—a bastard born out of lust and pity.Yet somehow, she was always better. Stronger. Smarter. Deeper.And I hated that I saw it first.Because I loved her.Before everything, I really did.I only ever truly loved three people in my life:My father.Kael.And Raina.Even after her birth ended my mother, I didn't cry I didn't hate.I protected her, took good care of her, raised her like a mother would.Even when the whispers grew louder, and the elders turned their backs, I stood by her. She was broken, silent, different—yet I chose her.But then Kael started looking at her.He said nothing at first. But I saw him.Sniffing her clothes.Staring too long when she passed.Tense whenever she spoke.I knew what it meant.His wolf wanted her.I told myself it was just a phase. That Kael was mine. That fate wouldn’t be so cru

LUCIEN.---I smelled her before I saw her.That scent.Soft. Wild. Familiar in a way that gripped me by the throat and dragged me back to that night. My pulse kicked. My wolf stirred instantly, pushing forward like we’d just been handed something we lost.Then I saw her.She was standing near the back of the bar—alone, arms folded tight, chin lifted like she didn’t care who noticed her. But I noticed.And the dress…Red. The exact same one she wore that night.I stopped in my tracks.It wasn’t just the scent anymore. It wasn’t just memory.It was everything—the look, the presence, the energy. My feet moved on instinct. My head didn’t catch up until I was already in front of her.She turned just as I reached her. I touched her arm, not roughly, just enough to stop her from walking off.She flinched. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively pulled back.“What the hell?” she snapped.I didn’t let go. “Why did you run that night?”She froze. “I’m sorry—do I know you?”My heart sank.Don’t

I didn’t have an education.No diploma. No skills. Nothing to offer a regular job.Except… curves.And desperation.I never wanted this life. Never imagined I’d be here. But life doesn’t ask what you want when it’s busy crushing your throat.That’s why I became a stripper.But this isn’t that story.Not yet.This is about her.Reisha.From the moment she entered this world—bloodied, wailing, tiny—things started changing.It was subtle at first.The day after she was born, I wrapped her in scraps and headed to the streets. I had no food. No water. I was dizzy and sore. But I couldn’t stay in that unfinished building. It was too exposed. Too open.I walked for hours, clutching her to my chest, head low, hoping no one would stop me—until someone did.A young woman.She couldn’t have been older than twenty-five. Pretty. Well-dressed.Her brows pinched the second she saw me.“Hey! Are you okay?”I tried to lie. Tried to say I was fine.But Reisha stirred in my arms and let out the tiniest