Semua Bab Reborn of the Betrayed Luna: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I struggled against the iron grip on my arms, screaming, "No, no! You have to believe me!"I looked at my mate—my heart plunged into free fall as the world around me seemed to stop. He didn’t believe me. None of them did. I turned in desperation, scanning the cold, unrelenting gazes fixed upon me. The silence was deafening, ringing in my ears louder than any accusation."Jay, I would never poison Samantha." My voice shook with pleading, but my words shattered off his furious expression."You dare. How dare you speak her name?" Jay hissed.I stepped backward, shaking my head against it. This could not be real. But the warriors behind blocked my retreat.Jay took one deep, harsh breath, his chest heaving with an almost restrained fury. Pain, rage, and a murderous intent burned in the eyes that looked down at me—the woman he had once sworn to cherish."For the attempted assassination of my fated mate, I, Alpha Jay Merlot, sentence you to death by poison. The same poison you used to try t

Melody Madison. That was me. My mother died an hour after giving birth to me, but not before she whispered my name, Melody. It means music or song. I've always thought it was a cruel irony, naming me something so beautiful when my life was anything but cruel.I'm the only daughter of Alpha Andrew Madison, the man who led the extermination in our kingdom and earned his title as the Zeta Werewolf, the rarest and most powerful class of werewolf. To the world, he was a ruthless leader, but to me, he was barely a shadow. I looked too much like my mother for him to be around me. We lived in the same mansion, yet I could go months without seeing him. His absence carved a hollow ache within my chest, though I learned to live with it.I grew up alone, sans family, sans friends, locked up in my father's mansion, unable to step outside for fear of kidnapping. The servants' whispers followed me through the halls: tales of my father's battles and of the blood that stained his hands. Nobody was sur

"The Alpha is in a meeting right now."My father's secretary, Mr. Hall, visibly shivered in his boots the instant I stepped into the office. His eyes darted nervously as he adjusted his tie, his voice devoid of its usual authority."If you have an appointment, perhaps…"An appointment?" I cut him off, an eyebrow rising. "Does it sound right to you that a daughter should have to schedule an appointment just to see her own father?" My voice was sharp, laced with the irritation bubbling inside me.Mr. Hall swallowed hard, evidently torn between protocol and the fact that I was the Alpha's daughter. "My lady, the Alpha is an important man. One cannot simply…""I shall wait for him," I interrupted, before he could conclude, my tone with no room for argument.His mouth sagged in surprise, and he knew me well enough to tell that this was well and truly out of character. In the past, I never waited for anything. I would just barge in without any second thought, no matter how important my fath

When I dropped the bombshell, my father and Agatha immediately left my dad's office, leaving Jay and me alone inside. The heavy wooden door clicked shut behind them, sealing us in an atmosphere thick enough to suffocate.Beating around the bush and cloaking words with more words had never appealed to me. I'd grown up surrounded by people who loved the dance of subtlety, who spoke in circles instead of lines. And I had mastered that dance—out of necessity, not preference. But as I sat across from Jay, I felt no inclination to hide behind polite riddles. With him, I had no interest in prolonging the inevitable."That's not a funny joke." His voice was low, almost a growl. A shadow flickered over his face then, shading it for a second. "Being my Luna isn't something you joke about."He leaned back in his chair, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest. He looked every inch the Alpha the pack adored—strong, unyielding, confident. But it only made the distance between us feel bigger

Chapter 8: The DressIn my room, I fixed on my reflection in the mirror. Eyes that are now hollow with a redness, skin that is pale, a head that aches, but a mind that aches even more. The knowledge of the past and the future weighs on me. I didn't have enough money to marry Jay, but I also lacked the power to call off the engagement on my own terms, without his agreement. The only way for me to get out of this situation would be for my father to intervene, but I had sworn he would stay out of this.“No, this won’t do,” I muttered to myself.Now, my thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Miss Melody?" Mary called softly. "Your designer is here for the final dress fitting." “Send her in,” I said quietly. “Prepare coffee, as well as the warm cheese bread. This means she rose before dawn, skipping breakfast, in order to arrive on time.”Mary excused herself to make arrangements, but I drummed my fingers in rhythm on the back of a nearby chair. Jay Merlot is one of the strong