Lahat ng Kabanata ng After I Died, I Became the Ruthless Alpha's Luna: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

"Five years of waiting, and the candles are already burning down to nothing."I stare at the dining table, the steam dying off the roasted lamb I spent four hours preparing. It is Micheal’s favorite meal, cooked with the herbs from the pack house garden just the way he likes it. My hands twitch against the fabric of my apron, fingers brushing the plastic stick tucked deep inside the pocket. Two hard blue lines. A positive pregnancy test. A real heir for the Bloodmoon Pack, growing inside me after five long years of empty promises and silent rejection.The clock on the wall ticks past nine. He is three hours late.My chest tightens, my wolf clawing at my ribs with a restless, churning anxiety. I pull the test out, staring at the double lines again to make sure my eyes are not playing tricks on me. Five years as his placeholder mate, five years of the pack whispering behind my back that I am barren, that I am not strong enough to sit beside an Alpha. This stick was supposed to change ev

"Get up, placeholder! You belong at my feet!"Cynthia’s shrill voice echoes off the damp stone walls as a bucket of icy silver water slams directly into my open wounds.The silver burns like liquid magma entering my skin, searing through muscle and bone. I scream internally, my jaw locked so tight my molars ache, but I refuse to let out a sound. I lie on the freezing floor of the silver dungeon, my arms tied above my head with heavy rusted chains. My wolf is completely silent behind the dark seal, locked away in a dark cage, unable to heal my broken body."Look at her, Jessica," Cynthia sneers, tossing the empty wooden bucket onto the floor. "She looks like a dead rat."Jessica laughs loudly, stepping forward in her thick leather boots to kick my bruised rib cage."She really thought she was special," Jessica mocks, leaning down until her face is inches from mine. "Meanwhile, Cecelia is upstairs in the Alpha suite, sleeping in Micheal’s bed, carrying his new pup. A real heir. Not a cu

"Healer Thomas, check her pulse before we throw her corpse to the rogue dogs!"Elizabeth’s shrill command cuts through the freezing air of the underground medical chamber as my soaking, waterlogged body is dumped hard onto the blood-stained slab.I lie paralyzed, unable to move a single muscle, but my hearing is sharp and hyper-focused. Silver water leaks from my nostrils, burning my sinus passages. Healer Thomas rushes to my side, pressing his trembling hands over my drenched lower stomach. A faint golden glow radiates from his palms as his diagnostic magic sinks into my core.Suddenly, Healer Thomas gasps, stumbling back two paces, his eyes wide with absolute horror and awe."By the Goddess," Healer Thomas breathes out, his voice shaking violently. "She has two heartbeats. The pup... the pup survived the silver! It transformed! It is tenfold stronger than a normal royal lineage!"Before the old man can take another breath or call out to the guards, a sharp metallic flash slices thro

"Ada, good morning! I brought your favorite lavender mocha from the café."Young Micheal stands in the open doorway of my academy dorm room, holding a paper cup with a dimpled, gentle smile. He looks so young, so untouched by the rot and cruelty that will consume him over the next five years. His black eyes shine with fake warmth, the exact look he gave me before he let me drown in the silver pool and watched the blade sever my neck.My heart thumps once against my ribs, a dark, heavy pulse of old pain trying to surface. I crush it instantly, turning my inner state to pure ice."I don't want it," I say, my voice completely flat and dead. "And I don't want you. Don't come near me again. I don't mate with men who die screaming."Micheal’s easy smile freezes for a fraction of a second, his dark eyebrows pulling together in confusion. He lets out a short, uncomfortable laugh, taking a step closer to my doorway, holding the warm cup out toward me."Is this a joke, Ada?" Micheal asks, his v

"You look pathetic trying to play the dutiful bride, Ada."Micheal sneers in my ear, his hand gripping my elbow with forced possessiveness as we stand on the grand marble balcony overlooking the engagement hall.Three royal packs fill the room below, their high-ranking warriors and nobles drinking expensive wine under crystal chandeliers. Cecelia stands right next to Elizabeth at the head table, wearing a dress of dark silk, smiling like she already owns the throne, the pack, and the future. I wear a gown of pure, blinding white, looking like the perfect, innocent sacrifice they all expect me to be.Micheal looks so proud, puffing his chest out as if he has already won the world.The Alpha of Silverfang, my biological uncle, steps to the center of the raised dais with a ceremonial silver bowl and a sharp dragon-bone knife. He clears his throat, his deep voice carrying over the crowd."By ancient tradition," the Silverfang Alpha announces, "we ask Ada of Silverfang to step forward, cut