《The Rogue Luna's Revenge 》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

Brynn Hollis' POVThe laughter swelled around me like a wave, and I was drowning in it.I kept my composure. Barely. My hand stayed in my pocket, fingers curled around the pregnancy test. I pulled my hand out empty—the test stayed hidden, pressed flat against my palm."Dax." My voice came out thinner than I wanted. "Can I talk to you? Alone?"Sera's smile widened. She leaned into Dax's side, possessive and deliberate. "How romantic. She wants a private audience."Someone snickered. A man I didn't recognize—some visiting Beta with a cruel mouth—elbowed Dax in the ribs. "The little wife's got claws after all."Dax didn't laugh. But he didn't defend me either. He just looked at me the way you'd look at a stain on a white shirt. Tired. Annoyed. Already calculating the cost of removal."Not now, Brynn." He turned back to Sera. "We're celebrating."Celebrating what? The question burned on my tongue, but I didn't ask. I already knew I didn't want the answer."Please." I hated the way my voic

Brynn Hollis' POVThe first thing I noticed was the smell.Antiseptic. Clean. The kind of clean that meant sickness and bandages and things going wrong.The second thing I noticed was the ceiling. White. Tiled. A fluorescent light buzzed somewhere above me, flickering like a dying heartbeat.I tried to move. My body screamed.What happened?I turned my head—slowly, because even that sent spikes of pain through my skull—and took in the room. Hospital. Pack hospital, judging by the silver wolf sigil embroidered on the curtains. Machines beeped beside me. Tubes ran from my arm to a bag of clear liquid.My left arm was in a sling. My ribs ached with every breath. And between my legs, pressed low on my abdomen, was a strange, dull throb I couldn't name.Something happened to me.But what?I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to reach for the memory. Nothing. Just darkness. A void where the past should have been.Who am I?The question should have terrified me. Instead, it just sat there, cold a

Brynn Hollis' POV They moved me that afternoon. Not to my own room—to their room. The suite Dax and I had supposedly shared for three years. The healer called it a "recovery measure." Dax called it "monitoring." I called it a cage with nicer curtains. The suite was on the second floor of the pack house, at the end of a long hallway lined with portraits of dead Alphas. The door was heavy oak. Inside, the room was large—too large for one person, too cold for two. A king-sized bed dominated the center. The sheets were gray, untouched, pulled tight like a hotel room. There were two nightstands. One held a glass of water and a book with a bookmark halfway through. The other was empty. Dusty. His side and her side, I thought. Except one side hasn't been used in a long time. I stood in the doorway, my arm still in its sling, my ribs aching with every breath. The healer had given me permission to walk, but just barely. "Take it slow," she'd said. "Your body has been through trauma." S

Brynn Hollis' POVThe pack house woke before dawn.I knew because I was already awake. Sleep came in fragments now—an hour here, twenty minutes there. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Sera's smile. Heard her voice: Are you sure it was an accident?I wasn't sure of anything.Except hunger.For three days, I'd barely touched the meals the omega brought. My body was healing—cracked ribs knitting, arm mending—but food still tasted like ash. This morning was different. I woke up ravenous.The baby, I realized. The baby was hungry.So I pulled on a robe—thin, faded, probably three years old—and walked downstairs.The pack kitchen was massive. Industrial stoves, long counters, a walk-in refrigerator. Wolves came and went, grabbing coffee, laughing, talking. When I walked in, the laughter stopped.Heads turned. Eyes widened.The Luna, their expressions said. The one who crashed. The one who forgot.I ignored them and walked to the counter where a cook was plating breakfast. Bacon. Eggs. Toa

Brynn Hollis' POVThe morning after the confrontation with Alpha Maddox, I woke to a knock on my door.Not Dax. A young wolf I didn't recognize, breathless and wide-eyed."Luna," she said. "There's a dispute. Two mothers. They're in the courtyard and it's getting ugly."A dispute. Between pack members. And they were coming to me.I should have been terrified. I had no memory of pack law, no experience settling fights, no idea what I was doing. But the girl was looking at me like I was the only one who could help."Take me there," I said.---The courtyard was packed.Two women stood facing each other, faces red, voices sharp. A crowd had gathered—wolves taking sides, children clinging to pant legs, warriors looking uncomfortable.I pushed through the crowd. My arm was still in its sling. My ribs still ached. But I didn't limp. I didn't hesitate."Enough," I said.The two women turned. Their eyes widened when they saw me—the Luna who forgot she was Luna."Explain," I said. "One at a ti