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All Chapters of Reborn As The True Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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One

Astrid’s POV “I’m sorry, Luna Astrid but you were never marked. There is no sign of it here.” The Healer’s voice wouldn’t stop echoing. Even as I was dying, those words kept repeating in my head.Somewhere in the woods, wolves were howling. Smoke choked the air just like blood soaked through my dress, warm at first then terrifyingly cold as it clung to me and smelled along with the snow. So this was how the Luna dies, on the snow bleeding out. I pressed my shaking hand against the wound in my side. It was useless. I could already feel my wolf fading in the background because the wound was too deep and I have lost so much blood that even my wolf cannot recover from it. All alone in this biting cold. Riftclaw Pack was still standing behind me and no one was coming. Alpha Anthony sent the rogues to come for me when he realized everything he’s lied about has been brought to light. He directed them towards me with a cold flicker of his finger then left me for the dead. For

Two

Astrid’s POV I felt cold air slam into my lungs and tore a violent gasp from my throat as I bolted upright. My entire body was shaking like I was awakened from a nightmare but I knew that wasn’t a nightmare. It felt too real to be a nightmare. The pain from the claws were too real. For a split second, I couldn’t understand what was happening. My eyes darted as I checked my pulse—wrist, neck, anywhere I could. My hands are trembling and my breath are bursting out in short panic mode.I touched the night dress I was wearing, the knife I always keep underneath my bed. This is not some afterlife dream. I am back in my room and it is looking like I have never truly died. There was no snow, no scream, no blood or rogues around me. There is no pain from the carved wound either. Instead there are soft sheets tangled around my legs. A familiar headboard pressed solid and real against my back. The faint scent of winter soap filled the air like a smell I knew so well it hurt. I was i

Three

Astrid’s POV I sat across from Anthony on the dining table with fork in hand watching him butter his toast like he hadn’t planned my death three weeks from now. Like he wasn’t planning to feed me to rogues while his real family inherited everything I’d built with him for more than a decade. Mira poured his coffee. Her hand brushed his shoulde r and something ugly twisted in my chest. He had the nerve to smile at her with a look of desire knowing I was sitting at the table like that. It was not heartbreak because I’d burned through that in my last life. This was cold fury that made me see red for a second. My hands curl around my fork for a moment trying to keep it at bay. I must learn to not react for the next three weeks. “Thank you Mira.” Anthony’s smile was warm. My wolf snarled inside my head. “Rip his throat out.” “Not yet. We need him to think I’m still his devoted little Luna.” I told her calmly. I took a bite of eggs I couldn’t taste. So I forced my expres

Four

Astrid’s POVMy phone buzzed just as I was lifting my cup.Unknown Number: Did you receive the letter? Meet me at the neutral border clearing tomorrow morning. Come alone. —Vincent SilvermistMy fingers stilled.For a second, I didn’t breathe.Vincent… Silvermist.The name alone sent a sharp pulse through my chest, dragging up the memory of the sealed letter hidden in my drawer. I stared at the message, my heart pounding. This really is true?No one outside this pack should know about that letter. No one should even know that name mattered to me. And yet—I read the message again.The phrasing was simple. No threats. No urgency beyond the request itself. Whoever sent this wasn’t trying to scare me into coming.I deleted the message immediately and slipped my phone back into my pocket, forcing my expression to remain neutral as Anthony laughed at something Mira said across the table.I didn’t decide right away.Even hours later, the message sat in my mind like a splinter I couldn’

Five

Astrid’s POVHe was tall! Taller than Anthony (which is saying something) broader through the shoulders moving with like a predator that said he'd killed before and wouldn’t hesitate to do it again and again.He has the most black hair I have ever seen. His skin was tan and brown eyes that locked onto me with an intensity that made my knees weak.My wolf stirred with interest, drawn to his scent and another wild thing that called to the predator in me. I noticed his gaze drop to my neck to Anthony’s mark. Something flickered in his expression and I swear it was disgust before his face went carefully blank.He was unfairly handsome but there was something about the way he held himself, a kind of arrogance in the set of his shoulders, that reminded me too much of Anthony’s charm. Pretty packaging wrapped around calculated intent.I didn’t trust beautiful men with power anymore.Vincent stepped forward, placing himself slightly between us not fully blocking but enough to make a statement

Six

Davian’s POVThe rogue Alpha died badly. I’d give him credit because he didn’t beg like msot wolves did when they realized the Alpha King wasn’t interested in mercy. There has never been mercy when it comes to execution.But Marcus Greyt just knelt there in the blood soaked dirt, hands bound with silver and glared at me like his defiance meant something. I stepped back from the lifeless body letting my claws retract. He had trafficked forty eight children and sold them like merchandise.“Let it be known.” My voice carried across the gathered Alphas in the clearing. “Trafficking carries one sentence with no exceptions.”“Yes, Alpha King.” The response came in unison. Every wolf, alpha or not, bowed their heads.“Daniel.” My Beta stepped forward immediately. “Ensure Greyt Pack’s assets are distributed to trafficking survivors. Territory goes to whoever can hold it fairly. No power grabs.”“Yes, Your Majesty.”I turned away from the body, already forgetting Marcus’s face. He was done and

Seven

Astrid’s POVPain woke me from my nap. It was not the dull kind that I have been ignoring or the ache from training that makes your muscles weak. This was sharp and burning like my blood was on fire. My hand flew to my neck before I was even fully awake. It was the mark! It felt all shades of wrong like something was moving beneath my skin. It feels like the mark doesn’t want to just sit there pretending to belong to me when it didn't. It was never meant to be. A broken breath left my lips as I pushed myself upright. The room tilted for a second before settling and I swallowed hard, forcing myself to focus. It has to be nothing.But my fingers were already pressing harder against it as though I could feel through skin and magic and lies all at once. It burned more so I jerked my hand away fast.Something is wrong and I need to find out what it is. I swung my legs off the bed too fast. The floor felt colder than usual beneath my feet as I made my way to the mirror, my steps slight

Eight

Astrid’s POVBy nightfall, I stopped reacting but the pain didn’t disappear. It is now sharp at the edges and constant somewhere at the center. Like something quietly eating through me while I moved around pretending everything was fine.The packhouse was quieter at this hour. Most of the warriors were out or asleep and Anthony… Well, Anthony had his own distractions.I didn’t need to check to know where he was. My fingers moved steadily across the desk as I sorted through documents I wasn’t supposed to have access to anymore.He made sure I wasn’t anywhere around alliance agreements, trade routes and border negotiations. Everything I built for him! But also everything he was about to lose.A small smile touched my lips as I picked up the first file. He won’t know what is going to hit him until it does. Just like he went behind my back and ordered for me to get hit without my knowledge. The first move had to be quiet enough that no one would trace it back to me. Deadly enough that it

Nine

Astrid’s POVI didn’t go to the clearing carelessly this time.The western border lay quieter than the rest of the territory, but silence in Riftclaw was never something to trust. I circled the area twice before stepping out from the trees, my senses stretched thin, every shift in the wind, every snapped twig catalogued and dismissed only after careful thought.Only when I was certain I wasn’t being followed did I cross into the clearing.Vincent was already there.He stood with his back to me at first, hands clasped behind him, posture rigid in a way that told me he hadn’t just arrived. When he turned, his sharp gaze swept over me—not just looking, but assessing, as if confirming I was truly alone.Only then did some of the tension leave his shoulders.“Good. You came alone.”I gave a short nod, keeping my voice low. “Anthony thinks I’m checking the western borders.”Vincent didn’t reply immediately, but the faint crease between his brows told me he didn’t like how close everything w

Ten

Anthony was the one who had me killed.Not the Alpha King.That truth sat heavy in my chest as I ran.I ran through the forest, branches tearing at my clothes. The packhouse came into view and I could see the black SUVs lined up in the driveway. Not the regular ones but expensive bullet proof that came in limited editions. There are warriors I didn’t recognize standing guard and that scent.Cedar and smoke and power that made my wolf surge forward with interest I couldn’t explain. He was actually here right now!I slipped in through the servant’s entrance, trying to catch my breath. I made it five steps before Mira appeared out of nowhere with a stiff look on her face.“Luna.” Her voice was sharp. “The Alpha is looking for you. He’s very angry.”I bet he was since you are in the servant’s quarters not his bed.“Where is he?”“Main hall with the King.” She looked me over and something like satisfaction crossed her face. “You might want to fix your hair. You look like you’ve been runnin

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