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Luna was crying silently . She didn't knew what wrong she did in her past life .She lost her family and lived a hard life as a orphan. Today she is caged and forced to marry a devil. why was her life so hard ? Why can't she live her own life peacefully.

Jacob caught her instinctively, his arms wrapping around her as she buried her face in his shoulder, her body going limp. She fell unconscious in his arms, and he held her close, his expression filled with wonder, as though he couldn’t believe she was real. I felt a pang in my chest, a sharp stab of jealousy and pain that I forced myself to ignore. This was neither the time nor place for those emotions. I took a deep, steadying breath and did what I had to—I became the Luna.

The rest of them sat straighter, murmurs rolling low through the space. “She’s no longer the human you rejected weeks ago,” I continued, pushing the words out like a fucking challenge. “She’s a white wolf. Strong. Fast. You can’t deny what she is now.” Silence. Thick. Tense. Then— “That doesn’t change anything,” Miriam bit out, voice sharp enough to cut. “She’s still not ripe for a Luna.” The others nodded. Agreed. Like their minds were already fucking made up. My hands curled into fists, nails biting into my palms. “You’re blind if you can’t see it.”

The strokes tilted to the right, as though the person holding the pen had been struggling just to keep their fingers from trembling. Luna's eyes filled with tears before she even read the first sentence. She knew that handwriting. --- *My Luna,* *If you are reading this, I am gone. I am so sorry I could not tell you while I was alive, my sweet girl. I was afraid of what they would do to you if they knew I had spoken.*

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"Juliet asked eagerly. With a sigh," It's me. I am happy to start the game, I guess. I need another chance to drink my Cup practically empty now," Luna said, already a bit tipsy, and she took her shot. Everyone encourages her with cheers and applause. Next, Luna is spinning the roulette. Who is going to be next? The wheel stopped at 15, "Oh! shit.... No one, so I am goanna spin again" she spined the wheel with same excitement as before, it stopped," now' two " she said

The pack warriors are kneeling, clutching their heads as energy surges through them, uncontrolled. And there—at the center—Selena. The once-feared Luna, writhing on the ground, her body convulsing, veins glowing faintly with the relic’s light. Her eyes are no longer the sharp amber I once knew—they’re pale, unfocused, almost human. Richard stands a few feet away, his face pale but steady. Gunner is beside him, blade drawn. Lucas lingers by the steps, Yvonne behind him, eyes wide with horror. For a heartbeat, no one moves.

Without a Luna, I was incomplete in their eyes. That left me cornered. Because I had only Three weeks left on the Committee’s deadline. Which meant that there was no time to build a bond, and no room for mistakes. That’s when she came into the picture—Cassie Alonso. I’d never met her before, but the black market whispered her name with caution. And from what I heard, she was smart, greedy, and impossible to control. “I have a niece,” She said with that velvet voice, watching me like a cat studying a cornered mouse.

I dismissed him with instructions to keep me informed of anything further, and sat alone in my study long after he'd gone, staring at nothing in particular while three years of memory rearranged themselves against this new, unwelcome context. She was your Luna. I was blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. I'd dismissed the words at the time as desperation, a woman grasping for any leverage to keep her position once I'd already decided her fate. Now I understood, with a sickening clarity, that she hadn't been grasping for anything. She'd been telling me the plain, unadorned truth, and I'd been too consumed by Lyra's careful performance of vulnerability to hear it.

Luna's POV “You have to live a life that isn't yours, for the moon goddess has granted you a second chance. There will be turmoils, and there will be troubles. But they are all tests.” “Luna!” Someone screamed in my head, and I frowned, with my eyes still closed. The voice in my head seemed like a dream. I remembered talking to someone that seemed like a light. She was pretty, with white hair. She spoke about a second chance.