All Chapters of Too late Alpha, the scorned Luna is reborn : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rivenna's POV * * * "Push, my lady!" the midwife screamed. Heat flooded my veins. My body burned. Hours of pushing had leeched the color from my skin, and now my vision blurred at the edges. "The baby is breech, Luna," the midwife said quietly. She didn't meet my eyes. "You're losing too much blood." She whispered as I was bleeding out on a fur-covered bed while my mate is nowhere to be found. "I can't." My voice broke. "Please make it stop." "One more push. Just one." I gripped the sheets until my knuckles went white. Gritted my teeth so hard I tasted copper. Then I pushed with everything I had left—every scrap of hope, every desperate prayer that this child would be the thing that finally made Wren look at me the way he used to. And then— "The baby is out!" Joy. Pure, blinding joy flooded my chest. Then silence. No cry. No coo. No breath. I looked at the midwife's face. No smile. No warmth. Only dread, raw and poorly hidden. "What?" My stomach

Rivenna's POV *** All eyes were on me when I stepped in. Most of them were probably wondering how I would embarrass myself trying to earn Beta Wren's attention. But I would do no such thing in this life. I didn't wander after him like a lost pup. Instead, I drew the room's attention to me as bodies began to swarm in my direction, greeting and bowing. "You look exquisite, Rivenna," one of the deltas said, and I gave him a polite smile — just as the crowd parted and Wren came into view. The love of my life. The man I would have given everything for, would have sacrificed my own wellbeing for him without a second thought. His brown hair and brown eyes, that fitting yet curt smile paired with his arrogant air — I could see it plainly now. He prided himself on being the man my affections had fallen upon. "Hello, little birdie," he said with a smile, taking my hand in his. Before, I would have found it endearing. Now, knowing the truth, it was a quiet insult — a remin

RIVENNAS POV.**The entire hall stood silent as the new faces appeared. My eyes hadn’t left the first male who had slowly walked into the hall.His presence alone made the whole room shudder. Every gaze was fixed on him, and the hall came to a standstill.yet his eyes were on mine. The two males stood over six feet tall, dark-haired, and belonged to the Aralez lycan clan. They were known as one of the pure-breed lycans who had been alive since the time of dragons — the last of the pure moon beasts.They were bestial and cruel, showing no mercy to their prey. And right now, I was their prey.I couldn’t look away from the first male. Both were covered in robes made from bearskin. His companion wore brown, while the male I couldn’t tear my eyes from wore black bear fur. His eyes were a dark stormy grey that trapped me.My gaze roamed over his stubble, his dark beard, his sculpted jawline, and the scar that ran down his left eye. His hair was a shaggy dark cut that fell over his forehe

VAUGHN’S POV***Death, blood, and honor. The three mantras i was raised with, to protect ,my tribes clansmanand now i fight for the lycans as their champions in an unending war against the flame beasts that brought plague and death across the realms and the dark valley. Their plan was to spread their wreckage further, and i was given the task to stop the monsters.All for a damned promise the lycans and the former kings had made years ago with the wolves — a promise to protect their borders from the flames of the fire beasts. A promise that had taken my people in great numbers.For the past few years, I had been trapped in a cage, battling with my lycan, all trapped inside the flame beasts’ den. Fighting until only Darian and I remained.We fought through the wicked, flaming, cursed flesh of the beasts who had killed my clansmen, pushing to our dying breath.Just when all hope was lost, Gideon, the chief of the Onyx Pack, appeared. He gave us a fighting chance at victory and a wa

News of the king's death had reached the entire pack before dawn, driving the entire pack into shock.Alone with Onyx Pack members demanding a ritual for the king's body, they were utterly in disbelief since Chief Gideon was a good man.The wolves of the Onyx Pack all headed towards the courtyard of the Onyx Court, all wearing mourning uniforms, still in disbelief.They neared the burial ground by a riverside court that overlooked the horizon.A place used for thousands of years for the ritual of wolves before, and one that would hold an official shrine burning for the chief that the entire pack was to witness.A small boat was prepared at the helm, decorated with the king's royal garment and his weapon, and placed atop it was his crown.The sound of people wailing and crying echoed from the distance as chief Gideon was a just and fair king to the people.He was loved by many; many people would say his kindness made him gullible.But he had ruled with an iron fist, yet left no man in