Betrayed By My Alpha: The Ghost Luna's Revenge
I died alone in the medical wing giving birth to our son.
"Tell her to calm down and stop the theatrics."
Those were the last words my mate, the Alpha, said about me while I bled out.
Instead of passing on, my soul was tethered to the packhouse. I was forced to watch my best friend Seraphina seamlessly step into my life, taking my baby and my husband before my body was even cold.
To secure her place, she planted my blood-soaked birthing blanket in the woods to frame me for faking my own kidnapping.
Ryker swallowed her lies completely. He refused to send a search party, telling the entire pack my disappearance was just a pathetic plea for attention and money.
As a helpless ghost, I watched Seraphina brainwash my one-year-old son into calling her his mother and teach him to joyfully trample my beloved garden.
"Bad mommy ran away. Don't love Kaelen."
Hearing my own child parrot those venomous words was a dagger to my soul.
Whenever anyone questioned my absence, Ryker fiercely defended her, dismissing the desperate warnings of my loyal friends and his own elders.
The man I loved and died for treated my memory like a malicious joke, grateful for an excuse to replace me while living with my murderer.
But when Seraphina's mask finally slipped, and the horrifying truth of my death crashed down on him, it was far too late.
Seeing him crumble in agonizing regret brought me no comfort.
I no longer wanted his love or his desperate apologies.
Now, I only wanted his absolute ruin.
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Chapter 7
Debra's POV:
Ezekiel led me not to my room, but out onto a secluded stone terrace overlooking the pack gardens. The cool night air was a welcome relief after the suffocating atmosphere of the dining hall. The moon was high and full, casting a silvery glow over everything.
He finally released my hand and turned to face me, his tall frame silhouetted against the night sky. For a long moment, we just stood in silence.
"Thank you," I finally whispered, the words feeling inadequate. "You didn't have to do that."
"Yes," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I did."
I looked up at him, confused. "Why? You and I both know we're not mates."
A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. "Do we? My wolf seems to think otherwise. He's been restless ever since I first saw you."
My own wolf, Ivy, who had been silent and sullen for days, stirred at his words. *He is strong,* she admitted grudgingly in my mind. *His scent is good.*
I shook my head, trying to clear it. "But the bond... it's not there. You're lying to protect me. Why?"
He took a step closer, and the scent of pine and winter frost enveloped me again. "Let's just say I don't approve of Alphas who treat their daughters like property to be traded. And I especially don't approve of men like Gareth." His silver eyes darkened. "I saw the way he looked at you. No she-wolf should be subjected to that."
His sincerity was disarming. He was a complete stranger, yet he seemed to see the injustice of my situation more clearly than anyone.
"But you've put yourself in a difficult position," I argued, a knot of guilt tightening in my stomach. "You've declared me your mate in front of two Alphas. You can't just take that back."
"I have no intention of taking it back," he said calmly.
My heart skipped a beat. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying the claim stands," he explained, his gaze intense. "Come back with me to the Black Moon Pack, Debra. As my chosen mate. I can offer you protection. A home. Respect. Something you clearly are not getting here."
It was a crazy, impulsive offer. To leave my home, my pack, everything I had ever known, and go with a man I barely knew. It should have been terrifying.
But the alternative—staying here under the thumb of Marley and my father, waiting for them to find another Alpha Gareth—was infinitely more terrifying.
"What do you get out of this?" I asked, my voice laced with the suspicion that had been my constant companion for years. "There has to be something you want."
He was silent for a moment, his gaze searching my face. "Perhaps I simply want a Luna with a strong spirit," he said softly. "Someone who isn't afraid to speak truth to power, even when it's dangerous. I saw that in you tonight."
He saw strength where my father saw only defiance. He saw spirit where my family saw a problem.
Tears pricked my eyes, but this time they were not tears of sadness or rage. They were tears of overwhelming relief.
"My father will be furious," I said, thinking of the political fallout.
"Your father," Ezekiel said with a dismissive shrug, "is no longer your concern. You will be under my protection. No one will harm you. I swear it."
I looked into his stormy silver eyes and saw an unwavering promise. He was offering me an escape. A new life.
It was a leap of faith into the unknown. But as I stood there on that moonlit terrace, I knew it was a leap I had to take.
"Okay," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. "I'll go with you."
The corner of his mouth lifted in a true, breathtaking smile. "Good. Go and pack. I will meet you and your maid at the pack line at dawn."
He even remembered Vicky. This man missed nothing.
I nodded, turned, and walked back inside, my steps lighter than they had been in years. For the first time, I wasn't running from something. I was running *to* something.
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9.4
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.
8.3
When Eli is forced to enroll at Blackwood Academy, he thinks it is just another remote boarding school. But on his first night, he realizes the terrifying truth.
This school is a prison.
Trapped in endless, deadly time loops, students are forced to complete cruel, supernatural trials. Ghosts, cursed hallways, hidden rules, and unspeakable creatures hunt them after dark. The only way to stay alive is to solve mysteries, earn credits, and obey the academy's twisted commands.
No one remembers how they arrived.
No one has ever graduated.
No one leaves alive.
Eli must team up with other desperate students to uncover the academy's century-old secret. If they fail, they will be trapped in the nightmare forever.
At Blackwood Academy, survival is the only exam.
9.3
I woke up in a freezing, desolate wasteland, my body weak and covered in sores. A mechanical voice in my head informed me that I was a defective rabbit-mutant, and if I didn't conceive within twenty-four hours, I would die permanently.
The terror was suffocating, but the system left me no choice. To survive the brutal cold and the decay of my own heartbeat, I had to force a pregnancy with a stranger.
I stumbled through the snow, my fingers turning blue, until I found a massive, wounded Arctic Fox-mutant in a dark cave. He was a Tier-9 predator, dying and radiating the exact heat I needed to stay alive. I threw away my dignity, crawling into his fur to merge our energies, desperate to trigger the life-reset protocol before my time ran out.
I felt like a monster, forcing myself onto a man who didn't even know I existed, just to keep my own heart beating. How could I ever face him if he woke up? Why did I have to be the one to pay the price for this twisted, mechanical ultimatum?
The fusion was a success, but when I woke up the next morning, the apex predator had me pinned under his massive claws, his fangs inches from my throat. I didn't beg for mercy. I stared into his feral, ice-blue eyes and made a deal that would change everything: I would be his anchor, and he would be my protector. But then I dropped the final, terrifying truth: I was pregnant, and he was the only one who could save us.
7.7
I fled my werewolf pack five years ago to hide in a human city, all to escape a recurring nightmare.
Every full moon, a terrifying, golden-eyed Lycan slaughters everything in his path, forces me to my knees with a crushing Alpha command, and claims I am his fated mate.
The vivid dreams were destroying my inner wolf, forcing me to finally agree to return to my pack for the annual Pack Run to seek a cure.
But right before my flight home, I accidentally bumped into Rick Miller, the most arrogant, tyrannical Alpha on our college campus.
He looked down at the coffee spilled on his expensive leather jacket with pure disdain, publicly humiliating me in front of the entire airport.
"Do you have any idea what this jacket costs? Never mind. It's not like you could afford to replace it."
As he coldly insulted me, a terrifying realization suddenly froze my blood.
He smelled exactly like the ancient pine and storm from my nightmares, and his brief touch sent a mate's electric spark straight to my soul.
How could this cruel, spoiled campus bully possibly be the legendary, terrifying Lycan King who haunted my every sleeping moment?
As he turned and boarded his private jet, I looked down at my trembling hands and realized the horrifying truth.
My trip back to the pack wasn't a journey to heal my trauma.
I was walking straight into the cage of the very monster I had spent five years trying to outrun.
8.7
Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised
Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead.
A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety.
The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize.
Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure.
"Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more.
Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely.
"Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans.
Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever.
Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper.
Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership.
Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page.
DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️
7.3
Clara was the despised fake heiress of the wealthy Price family.
For years, she endured their coldness, desperately trying to please her adoptive mother and her fiancé, Preston.
But a sudden, terrifying vision of an alternate timeline shattered her reality.
In that life, the real heiress, Bria, framed Clara for stealing a priceless antique pearl earring.
Her adoptive family chose blood over loyalty, watching coldly as Preston publicly dumped her.
Clara was thrown out without a penny, hunted down by hitmen Bria hired, and died a miserable, lonely death.
Now, as the agonizing memories faded, Clara found herself back in the exact moment the nightmare began.
Bria was whimpering in Preston's arms, while the family matriarch slammed her cane against the floor.
"You will call Preston," Eleanor ordered, her voice cold and absolute. "You will cancel the engagement yourself."
They expected her to panic and beg.
They expected her to cry over the family that never loved her and the man whose bankrupt tech company she had secretly saved with her own code.
Why should she suffer for their greed?
Why should she let a venomous sister and a useless fiancé destroy her life when she possessed the lethal combat skills of a brutal alternate reality?
This time, Clara didn't shed a single tear.
She yanked off the five-carat diamond ring, threw it onto the table, and publicly broadcasted the secret audio of Bria's vicious setup.
Then, she packed a single bag and walked out the door, ready to crush anyone who stood in her way.