The Betrayed Luna Claimed By The Lycan King
Isabella Hart was the faithful Luna of Shadowfang Pack and the gifted healer of the pack. Upon the death of the Alpha's ill mother that was under her care, Isabella anticipated grief. She did not expect betrayal.
Being accused of murder, rejected by her mate, and condemned by the council, Isabella has lost everything in one night. Her own closest friend even testified against her. Being taken to the dungeon when pregnant, the world of Isabella collapsed even more when she was informed that her baby was born dead.
But fate had other plans.
The night before her execution, Lucien, the Lycan king of rogues had raided the pack and captured her. Rather than killing her, he gave her a deal- assist him to destroy the Alpha that betrayed her and he would grant her the revenge that she deserved.
Together, Isabella and Lucien gradually destroyed Shadowfang pack. However, when secrets start to reveal themselves, Isabella finds out the truth regarding her child, her betrayal and the man she believed she knew.
She has now to choose who is her real enemy and who is the real owner of her heart.
Since the Lycan king did not simply take the Alpha Luna's.
He even might have stolen her destiny.
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Chapter 1
Isabella's POV
[Flashback]
"A little more," I said to myself.
The loose soil squashed between my palms as I slowly eased the soil about a bunch of moonleaf herbs. Their green leaves were pale and delicate and stubborn by turns as I touched them. I had grown these plants myself, and I had seen them slowly rooting in the course of the last year.
This garden always was my solitary spot.
Since I was the Luna and healer of Shadowfang Pack, I spent most of my free time here. The plants of this garden were not purely decoration or hobbies. All the leaves and roots and flowers were useful. Some healed wounds. Some lowered fever. Others soothed agitated wolves in their painful transformation.
I dusted my hands, slowly caressing my tummy aso felt a little kick.
A slight smile crept upon my face.
"Hello, baby," I mumbled, rubbing my belly. "I'll go eat soon hm? Sorry for starving you."
The wind passed through the garden with the light smell of herbs and fresh soil. It was peaceful. Too peaceful.
"I wonder what you will be like," I thought to myself. Will you be like your father or like me?
I hesitated and reflected about Adrian.
My mate.
Alpha Adrian Blackwood of Shadowfang Pack.
A weight sunk in my chest.
Our relationship wasn't the typical Alpha and Luna relationship. Adrian was aloof since the night the moon goddess paired us together, I tried to make him warm but that was futile. After his mother fell ill. He had paid most of his attention to how she was treated and when she died he forgot that I existed.
Nevertheless, I had wished that this child would make a difference.
Perhaps, once Adrian met his child first.
Perhaps my life would go be filled with warmth and love.
"Luna Isabella!"
The abrupt voice broke the silence of the garden.
I turned around and looked along the road and beheld a small pack messenger running at my direction. He breathed in an irregular manner and his pose was rigid with impatience.
"Yes?" I asked.
He bowed quickly. "The Pack Council want you to be at the meeting room at once."
I frowned slightly. "The council?"
"Yes, Luna," he replied quickly. "They said it is urgent."
My stomach tightened.
The council seldom summoned anyone without warning, more so not the Luna.
Still, I nodded. "Very well. I'll come."
The walk to the Meeting room was longer than it should have been.
Two guards moved aside and allowed me to go through as I went close to the big wooden doors. Their faces were abnormally grave.
That queer pain in my heart was intensified.
As soon as I got into the hall, I knew that something was terribly wrong.
Elders of the Pack Council were already seated in their usual places. Their looks were hard and unintelligible.
And in the middle of the room was Adrian.
My mate.
Alpha Adrian Blackwood.
His pose was stiff, and his face was void of emotion .
He didn't look at me.
I continued to walk forward and confusion increased.
"Elder Rowan," i said with respect. "You summoned me?"
The eldest member of the council was Elder Rowan, and he stared right at me.
His tone was strong as he talked.
"Isabella Hart, Luna of Shadowfang Pack, and head healer appointed of this territory, thou hast been called here to answer grave charges."
There was a weird shiver in my body.
"Accusations?" I repeated.
The stare of Elder Rowan was hardened.
"You are accused of killing the mother of Alpha, Helena Blackwood."
I was hit by the words as a physical blow.
"What?" I breathed.
I wondered briefly whether I had not heard him right.
"No, no, no," I said hastily.
Another aged man pushed a little box made out of wood on the table.
"Do you recognize this?" he asked.
He opened the box.
Inside were dried herbs.
My heart skipped.
I knew them perfectly well. "My herbs..." I unconsciously muttered.
The elder went on to say that these herbs were found in my personal garden. "Witnesses assert that they were utilized when the Alpha mother was being treated." He said, his eyes never leaving mine.
My voice came out shaky. "Yes, I used herbs. Those were to aid in reducing her pain . They were not harmful."
"Well that is not what our sources could say." The elder said, rudely interrupting me.
Somebody came forward before I could say another word.
Clara Wells.
My best friend.
I was relieved the moment when I saw her face.
Clara would get it all straightened out.
She was fully aware of everything. She had assisted me in picking some of the herbs herself.
"Clara," I said softly.
"Clara wells, restate everything you told me on that fateful day, in front of this council." Elder Rowan said.
Clara looked at me well, and cleared her throat before she started speaking.
"I saw Isabella experiment on the mother of the Alpha," Clara said.
My mind blanked out on the words.
"What?" I whispered.
Clara didn't look at me.
"She had applied herbs and procedures that she was not familiar with during the treatment," Clara went on. "I had told her that those remedies were perilous, but she wished to have a way to achieve immortality or anything like it. She had tried it on the alpha's mother. I tried to stop her, I tried to say the truth, but she threatened me, threatened to kill me and my mother. But now... I can't stay quiet anymore. The alpha's mother deserves Justice and her murderer should not be allowed freedom or rest."
I stared at her.
Pain painfully contracted my chest.
"That's not true," I said quickly. "Clara, you.. why are you saying this?"
Clara dropped her eyes and did not say another word.
My eyes moved to Adrian.
Surely he would utter something.
He knew me.
He was aware that I would never harm his mother.
"Adrian," I said to myself, as I looked up to him.
My voice trembled slightly. "You know I would never do that."
I thought a moment he would look at me. But he didn't. Adrian instead continued to stare at Clara. He refused to meet my eyes. That was worse than any accusation. It seemed that my heart was breaking in my chest.
"I am innocent," I said desperately, and looked back at the elders. "Please, listen to me. I was trying to save her. I would never dare to experiment on the life of a person.
The elders looked at each other in short glances.
Their words were cold, however.
The witness and testimony against you is great, Elder Rowan said. Your activities had caused death to the mother of the Alpha.
"No," I whispered.
My voice barely came out.
He proceeded, after hearing the testimony, to say, the council makes you guilty.
The room appeared to rotate a little.
Guilty?
I could hardly take in the word.
"But..." I tried to speak. "But... I did not even have a decent hearing! How will I be found guilty when this is the first time my charges are being made known to me-"
I was stopped by Elder Rowan who put up his hand. "Such a crime would normally lead to instant execution."
The term execution caught me off my breath.But it seemed he was not done as he continued talking.
"But since you are pregnant for the Alpha." Elder Rowan continued.
A murmur was passing through the room.
"Owing to this," he added, "the council will not punish you, until you have been put to bed."
Two guards came up behind me.
"You shall be locked in the dungeon, till the child is born," Elder Rowan said. "The baby's gender would determine your fate."
My legs felt weak.
Suddenly cold metal straps were clenched around my wrists.
I gasped softly.
"Take her away," Elder Rowan said.
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But Evelyn's malice knew no bounds. When Evelyn raised her hand to strike again, threatening to rip off the very disguise she forced Aracely to wear, something inside Aracely finally snapped.
"Do not push me."
Aracely locked her hand around Evelyn's wrist in a bone-crushing grip, completely unaware that Brennen was watching from the balcony above, his dark eyes narrowing as a dangerous realization hit him.
9.7
Sienna woke up in a hospital room, her body screaming from a severe car accident. Through the glass, a man paced with violent rage, a dark shadow she felt absolutely nothing for.
Her friend Julia burst in, eyes bloodshot, dropping a bomb: "He didn't even try to help you." Dante, Sienna's fiancé, had protected another woman, Valeria, in the crash, leaving Sienna to burn alive.
Her past life unspooled – seven years sacrificed, an architecture degree abandoned, all to serve Dante. Her phone was a shrine to him: his photos, his "taboos," and even "Valeria's preferences," with no trace of Sienna herself.
But amnesia brought no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating fury. She felt disgust for the "idiot" she'd been, stripped of dignity. The memory loss was a release, a blank slate.
With chilling resolve, Sienna deleted every trace of Dante. Ripping out her IV, she declared, "The wedding proceeds." Not for love, but as a weapon: "I need to take back everything that belongs to me before I disappear."
7.3
Lukas Reiner built his life based off a promise 9 years ago with Viktor Volkov... the only person who actually saw him and knew him for what he actually was. They dreamed of the same future, the same ice, the same victory together. Until Viktor disappeared without a word, leaving Lukas behind with nothing but silence, rain... and feelings he never got to confess.
Now, Lukas is at the top of college... Captain, prodigy and untouchable on ice until Viktor comes back.
Colder and older, acting like the past never existed.
Their reunion explodes into violence, but being forced to work together drags them into something far more dangerous than hate.
The tension turns into stolen moments and those moments turn into a habit but before either of them can stop it, the line between resentment and desire begins to blur.
Lukas never let go of the past.
Viktor never planned to face it.
But on the ice, there's nowhere left to run.
9.1
My family and fiancé begged me to donate my last remaining kidney to my twin sister, Kyleigh. They didn't know I was already dying.
My fiancé, Axel, gave me an ultimatum.
"Donate the kidney, or I'll break our engagement and marry Kyleigh. It's her dying wish."
I agreed, only for them to frame me for plagiarism with my own thesis, forcing me to confess on camera. They never knew I was the one who secretly saved our father with my other kidney five years ago-a sacrifice Kyleigh had stolen all the credit for.
As they wheeled me into the operating room, they celebrated with Kyleigh, promising her a future built on my death. I was already a ghost to them.
But I died on the table. The surgeon, seeing the old surgical scar and the poison riddling my body, walked out to face them.
"This wasn't a donation," she announced, her voice cold as steel. "This was murder."
8.9
Aubree Hamilton was the top-tier executive assistant to Wall Street's most ruthless titan, Beck Franco. A month ago, she made a catastrophic mistake and spent the night in his bed.
Thinking she had erased the mistake with a morning-after pill, she panicked upon his return and lied about being engaged to push him away.
But Beck, a man who despised disloyalty above all else, immediately suspended her and ordered her escorted out of the building. Her nightmare only escalated when her toxic ex-boyfriend attacked her on the street, tearing her purse open and exposing the empty morning-after pill box to the public—and to Beck, who was watching from his penthouse. After having his security rescue her, Beck trapped her in his car, ruthlessly tearing apart her fake engagement. Later in her apartment, the suffocating tension between them almost ignited into a kiss, but a violent wave of nausea suddenly hit Aubree.
She shoved him away with all her strength and violently threw up in the bathroom.
Beck took it as the ultimate physical disgust. He walked out, deeply humiliated and dangerously obsessed, unleashing his resources to investigate her every move.
Left alone and trembling, Aubree finally checked the crushed white box. The pill she took had expired a month ago.
Staring at the two bright pink lines on the pregnancy test, she made a desperate vow: Beck Franco could never know she was carrying his child, and she had to disappear before he found out.
9.4
Arlene was bound to a hellish three-year contract marriage to save her family from total ruin.
Just as the contract was about to expire, she received a terminal brain cancer diagnosis and found out she was six weeks pregnant.
To protect the tiny life inside her, she refused all treatment, leaving her with only three months to live. When she tried to escape, her billionaire husband, Harrison, caught her. He dragged her back, brutally assaulted her, and forced her into the freezing cold to kneel at his father's grave. Even when she suffered a threatened miscarriage, bleeding and begging in agony, he showed no mercy. He simply left her alone in the dark and went straight to a hotel with his celebrity mistress.
For three years, she had endured his relentless revenge and his public declaration that he would rather his bloodline die than have a child with her. She was nothing but a prisoner in a gilded cage, waiting for a death sentence he didn't even know about.
But when Harrison shamelessly summoned her to act as the doting wife and clean up his cheating scandal, the old Arlene died. She didn't cry or beg. Instead, she blackmailed him and his mistress for millions in untraceable crypto.
"I'm saving up for my coffin fund."
Looking him dead in the eye, she calmly pocketed the extortion money, ready to play her final, ruthless game before her three-month clock ran out.