His Luna's Rage Will Break His Empire
My mate, Alpha Santino, brought another woman into our home. She was a pregnant Omega, the widow of his fallen Beta, and he swore to protect her above all others.
He gave her my seat of honor, left our bed cold each night to soothe her feigned nightmares, and ignored me completely. I was the Luna of the Blackstone Pack, but I was becoming a ghost in my own life.
The final betrayal happened in my own bedroom. She stood over my vanity and deliberately shattered my mother's sacred moonstone necklace, the last piece of my family I had left.
When Santino burst in, he didn't see my heartbreak. He saw only her fake tears.
"What did you do to her?!" he roared, his voice laced with the Alpha's Command, a sacred power he used to crush my will.
Then, for her, he did the unforgivable. He raised his hand and struck me, his mate.
In that instant, the love I had desperately clung to turned to ice. The man I had sworn my life to had not only betrayed me but had defiled the sacred bond the Goddess herself had blessed.
As the pain of his betrayal ripped through me, something ancient and powerful awakened in my blood. I rose to my feet and spoke the words that would destroy his world and begin mine.
"I, Alessia Bianchi, reject you, Santino Moretti, as my mate."
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Chapter 3
Alessia POV:
The scent of her was a cloying sweetness in my own bedroom. Lilies and deceit.
I had just escaped the study, where the mind-numbing tedium of the pack’s quarterly grain reports had been a welcome distraction. As I walked down the hall, I noticed the door to the chambers I shared with Santino was ajar. A faint sound, a soft clinking, drifted out.
My heart gave a painful lurch. Santino was out on patrol. The room should have been empty.
I pushed the door open.
The sight that greeted me punched the air from my lungs. Valentina was standing at my vanity. My vanity. And in her hands, she held my mother's moonstone necklace, turning it over and over, a small, mocking smile playing on her lips.
A wildfire of pure rage erupted inside me, so hot and violent it almost made me dizzy. That necklace was not just jewelry. It was my mother's last touch. It was the legacy of my bloodline. It was sacred.
“Put it down,” I growled, my voice low and colder than a grave. For the first time in months, my inner wolf was not just stirring; it was awake, and it was furious.
Valentina looked up, feigning a startled gasp. “Oh, Luna! You surprised me.”
With a dramatic flourish, she tossed the necklace into the air.
Time seemed to warp, stretching the moment into an eternity. I watched the beautiful moonstone spin, catching the light for one last, brilliant flash. Then it hit the hard stone floor with a sickening crack.
It shattered.
The sound echoed the crack spreading through my own soul. A pain, more profound and agonizing than anything I had ever known, ripped through me. It felt as if a part of my very being had been violently torn away.
I stumbled forward, my knees buckling as I crashed to the floor. My hands trembled as I reached for the broken pieces. Tears I didn't know I had left to cry blurred my vision. This was more than a broken heirloom; it was the desecration of a memory.
“Oh, my!” Valentina wailed, her act flawless. “You rushed in so suddenly, you scared me! I didn’t mean to!” She clutched her chest, her face a mask of counterfeit panic.
The sound of heavy, running footsteps echoed from the hall. Santino burst into the room, his Alpha senses on high alert.
His eyes took in the scene in a single glance: Valentina, looking pale and frightened; and me, kneeling on the floor amidst the ruins of my mother's legacy. He didn't hesitate.
“Alessia! What did you do to her?!” His voice was a whip-crack, laced with the power of his Alpha Command. He didn’t ask. He accused.
The Command slammed into me, a psychic blow that made my head spin. I couldn't form a reply, couldn't defend myself. I could only curl inward, the sharp edges of the moonstone fragments digging into the soft flesh of my palms.
Santino strode past me without a second glance. He went straight to Valentina, wrapping a protective arm around her. “Are you alright? Did she hurt you?” he murmured, his voice thick with concern.
I forced myself to my knees, the pain in my hands nothing compared to the gaping wound in my chest. “You use the Alpha’s Command on me?” My voice was a raw, broken whisper. “For her?”
His gaze was glacial. “You upset her. It’s my duty to protect her and the pup.”
He didn't even look at the shattered necklace at my feet. He didn't care.
In that moment, something ancient and powerful flared to life within my veins. The White Wolf blood, the legacy of my ancestors, surged to a boil. It was a tide of furious power, a strength I had never known, but the lingering force of his Command held it back, pressing down on me like a physical weight.
I was trapped. I was drowning.
In my utter despair, I did the only thing I could. I reached out with my mind, not to anyone in this pack, but far away, across the mountains, to the one person whose power was absolute.
I sent a silent, desperate scream through the Mind-Link, a raw cry of a soul in torment.
*Father!*
The tense silence was broken by another arrival. Gamma Damien stood in the doorway, his face a mask of grim fury. He had heard the Command, felt its violent ripple.
His eyes took in the scene: me, broken on the floor; Santino, shielding the other woman.
Damien took a step forward, his body forming a solid wall between us.
“Alpha Santino,” he began, his voice dangerously low.
“Stay out of this, Gamma!” Santino snarled, his own Alpha authority lashing out. The power in his voice forced Damien to halt, but the defiance in Damien’s eyes did not waver.
The pressure inside me was building. The White Wolf was clawing at the cage of Santino’s Command, fighting to be free.
And in the cold, dead space where my love for my mate used to be, a new, terrible certainty took root.
It was over. Everything was over.
I looked up at Santino, my mate, the wolf I had sworn my life to. And I saw only a stranger. A cruel, blind stranger.
And in the silence of my heart, I spoke a vow.
*You will regret this day for the rest of your miserable life.*
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9.2
Clara was drowning in student debt and barely making rent when she downloaded a fantasy mobile game to escape reality.
Inside the game, an exiled prince named Alex was freezing to death. Pitying him, she spent her last few dollars on microtransactions to fix his shelter and cure his poison.
But the game was far too real.
Every time she paid, the prince reacted. When she complained aloud about going broke, the in-game army suddenly halted, as if the prince had heard her voice.
Then, the terrifying real-world consequences hit.
Clara woke up to find her water glass and a box of Kleenex had vanished from her locked bedroom overnight.
She frantically searched the tiny apartment, her heart pounding in her chest.
She thought she was losing her mind. Had she thrown them out in her sleep? Was there a stalker hiding in her home?
How could physical objects just disappear into thin air behind a deadbolted door?
Until she looked at her nightstand.
Sitting exactly where her missing items used to be was a glowing, weightless crystal cup that defied all logic.
And on her laptop screen, the exiled prince was carefully holding her Kleenex box, offering a mountain of real gold on an altar.
She hadn't just downloaded a mobile game; she had opened a cross-dimensional trade route with a desperate future king.
7.3
For a thousand years, the Vora beastmen have been cursed by a madness-a burning sickness in their blood that only one thing can soothe: the legendary 'Blood-Blessed,' a human female whose very scent is a living cure.
When a virus wiped out nearly all females, their desperate hunt for this mythical girl turned into a brutal conquest. They crushed our fallen human kingdoms, reducing us to breathing meat under their cruel "Livestock Codex."
To save my little sister from being branded for their elite breeding auction, I took her place in the male-only death draft.
Disguised as a boy, I was thrown into a pitch-black labyrinth, a living sacrifice meant to feed their ultimate nightmare: the feral, half-dragon Mad King.
He tore our steel cage apart like wet paper. I pressed my back against the freezing wall, watching in horror as he slaughtered the screaming men around me.
He ripped the filthy coat from my body, exposing my true gender. As his crimson eyes locked onto my throat and he opened his jaws for the kill, my rage burned away my fear.
I was a pureblood heiress of a dead empire, but I would not die cowering like an animal. I gripped a shard of glass, ready to aim for his eye.
But as he lunged, the glass sliced my palm. The moment my blood hit the air, the legend became my reality. The sweet, intoxicating scent that flooded the dark wasn't just my pheromones-it was the living cure.
The terrifying, apocalyptic tyrant froze mid-strike. He dropped his massive body to his knees, his fangs retracting as he gently, desperately licked my bleeding hand.
His chaotic red eyes darkened with an absolute, world-ending obsession as he pulled my fragile body against his burning chest.
"Mine."
I was meant to be his final meal. They called me the Blood-Blessed. He called me his Queen.
9.2
Lainey spent her last life destroying herself for Larry, only to become the woman he discarded most cruelly. He never loved her, never wanted her, and made no secret that his first love still owned his heart.
On their wedding day, he abandoned Lainey at the altar for that woman, then later used Lainey as nothing more than a stepping stone for his company's rise. In the end, he even had her kidney ripped from her.
Reborn at the very moment everything began, Lainey called off the wedding without hesitation. But after losing her, Larry begged desperately.
Lainey shot him a cold look, then turned and walked straight into the arms of a powerful, aloof man, who stared down at Larry with pure contempt. "She's my wife now."
7.6
A jagged spike of agony woke Kiana up in a filthy stone room.
She had transmigrated into the body of a notorious, exiled matriarch in a brutal wasteland.
Before she could even process her new reality, she saw a massive, bloodied man huddled in the corner, trembling in absolute terror.
Foreign memories detonated in her brain: the original Kiana swinging a spiked whip, laughing as she tore his flesh open.
He was her husband, and she was a monster who tortured her own consorts.
The situation was a complete death trap.
Another husband stormed in, throwing down a marriage contract and demanding to sever their ties, which would leave her to be eaten by mutated beasts.
Outside, her third husband lay dying from a toxic wound while the rest of the tribe mocked her, eagerly waiting for her downfall.
Scanning her own body, Kiana discovered her face was covered in ugly purple bruises.
The original host hadn't just been naturally insane; she had been secretly fed a chronic poison by political enemies, destroying her beauty and driving her mad until she was exiled.
As a survivor from a modern apocalypse, the sight of broken, enslaved men made her skin crawl.
She refused to die in this savage wasteland as a pawn in someone else's twisted game.
Kiana tossed the contract back to the furious man.
"Give me three months. I will save him, and I swear I won't touch you."
With her apocalyptic healing powers and a newly awakened Spatial System, she was going to rewrite the rules of this primitive world.
9.0
Isolde woke up in a freezing, ruined stone house with a splitting headache and only five percent of her life signs remaining.
Before she could even process the mechanical system voice in her head, a flood of violent memories slammed into her.
She had transmigrated into the body of a cruel noblewoman who mercilessly tortured her beastmen husbands with a barbed whip.
And right now, she was lying in a pool of her own blood, having been shoved against the stone floor by one of them.
Outside the rickety door, her husbands were coldly discussing her death.
"Just go in and finish her. One stab, and we're free."
"If she hit her head and died on her own, then it's an accident. We walk out of here as free males."
To test if she was faking her sudden amnesia, the snake beastman Dangelo even ground his heavy military boot into her injured hand, waiting for her to snap so he could legally end her.
She was poisoned, freezing, and entirely at the mercy of the men who deeply despised her.
She was bearing the deadly consequences of a monster she never was, with a red system warning of imminent death flashing in her mind.
But they didn't know the new Isolde had awakened a survival system and Life Magic.
She swore a blood oath to the Beast God to buy herself three months of time.
Then, she turned her sights to the dying wolf beastman chained in the shed, deciding to pull him back from hell to become her very first shield.
9.7
I am the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, but my Alpha mate, Ryker, has spent the last six years treating me like a placeholder while publicly pining for his ex, Faye.
When Faye's friends cornered my wolfless daughter and called her a defective embarrassment, I finally used my Luna authority to kick them out.
But instead of defending our child, Ryker stormed in and used his Alpha Command on me.
He forced me to my knees with his raw power, ordering me to apologize to the bullies who had just humiliated our daughter.
When I fought his crushing command and refused, his retaliation was swift and brutal.
He and his mother stripped me of my family's sacred heritage, the Moonpetal Grove, and gifted it to Faye as a reward.
They even tried to force a quack doctor on my daughter, telling me to just accept that she was broken.
The entire pack watched me lose everything, mocking me as the useless, rejected mate.
I had endured his coldness for years, but watching him sacrifice our daughter's safety and my family's legacy for his mistress was the final straw.
How could the Moon Goddess tie me to a man who would so easily destroy his own flesh and blood?
Instead of crying, I pulled out my mother's ancient grimoire and drafted a formal rejection of our mate bond.
And when a terrifyingly powerful, cloaked stranger suddenly appeared to save my daughter's life, carrying a familiar scent of ancient power, I knew my fate was changing.
This time, I wouldn't just walk away. I was going to burn their world to the ground.