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 2
Isabella s POV
"Isabella!"
My name was called sharply and I came to myself.
I was awhile uncertain where I was. Still in my mind like a nightmare, was the memory of the council hall, the accusations, Clara betraying me, Adrian rejecting me and the council sewing my fate. Despite it happening months back, it felt like it was yesterday.
"Did you become deaf?" the jail warden barked at me ." Get back in your cell!"
"Yes... I'm coming," I said quietly.
The other inmates started heading to the door. The majority of them were rogues we had taken in the patrol of the borders--wolves who had long since been out of the law of the pack. Dangerous. Unpredictable.
And now I was one of them. My hand then just naturally lay on my stomach as I trailed the others into the dungeon.The passage was damp and stale. The torches in the walls glowed feebly, and made long shadows upon the stone floor.
I needed rest, but I knew too well that was a fantasy.
"Well, the Luna is back," a coarse voice said.
I lifted my eyes slowly.
My fellow inmates
Three huge ladies. All rogues. Every one was stronger and more experienced in fighting than I was.
The speaker was leaning on the wall with crossed arms. Her hair was dark and dishevelled and there was a long scar on her cheek. I called her Scar behind her back.
"Be careful, girls, careful," Scar said in a loud voice. "The Luna has returned."
The other women broke out into laughter.
I didn't say anything. I just went to the end of the cell and sat down on the cold stone bench.
Silence was safer.
Regrettably they had no intention to leave me alone.
"Pray tell me something, Luna," Scar said as she came nearer. "Look at me!" She barked.
I kept my gaze lowered.
"Stay away from her," another voice suddenly said.
I looked up slightly.
The speaker was a tall rogue woman with braided hair standing close to the bars of the cell. She was a spy who single-handledly killed four wolves from our pack.
The lady added. "Pick on someone your own size. Can't you see she is pregnant?"
I experienced a little relief that moment.
Scar narrowed her eyes.
"Oh?" she said slowly. "You defending her now?"
The braided woman shrugged. "I'm just saying-"
Her sentence never finished.
Scared, startled, struck her, and the braided woman hit her back against the wall.
"Don't tell me what to do!" Scar hissed.
"Touch me once more and you'll become the fifth reason I'm in here." The woman with braids warned.
The atmosphere in the room was transformed immediately. The other rogue sat up, subtly cracking her knuckles, ready to jump in for her friend,Scar.
I felt my stomach tighten.
"Please," I said quietly. "Don't start a fight."
No one listened.
Scar sprung forward, and seized the shirt of the braided woman. In their crash, they struck a wooden stool and knocked it over against the wall. The beat of fists upon flesh was heard filling the little cell. Immediately the other woman jumped in.
What began as a push ended up as a full fight in a few seconds. Bodies were smashed in the walls. Scar cursed loudly. The other woman screamed and was punched on the face. I attempted to make more way into the corner. But there was nowhere to go.
Scar was thrown back before I could do anything. Her body struck me right to the ground. The blow made me feel as though I had no lungs left. Such a collision with the stone wall sent pain through my side. My hand flew to my stomach.
"Ah-!"
An excruciating pain was twisting somewhere within my stomach. I doubled over instantly. The pain grew worse. My vision became red and blurry.
Something was very wrong.
"I-" I gasped, trying to breathe. "Stop-please-"
"Fuck!" I heard a scream. "Guards! The Luna is bleeding!"
Footsteps were rushing down the corridor rattling the metal bars.
"What the hell is going on here?" a guard screamed as keys clattered against the metal bar.
The cell door burst open. Two guards broke their way in and started tearing the fighting women apart.
"Break it up!"
"Enough!"
On my knees, I held my stomach. My dress was covered with blood.
"Oh damn," he muttered.
A second guard moved nearer and swore to himself.
"Hospital, we need to take her to the hospital, she may be in labor."
The words echoed in my head. Labor. No. It was too early. I was struck by the pain, this time worse. I shouted a little when another contraction ripped my body.
"Raise her up," the guard on the right said. "Now!"
They hoisted me up, but each action caused a kind of pain in my stomach.
"Hold on," one of them said.
I could barely hear him. The only thing I could do is to concentrate on the pain. And the fear. Please. Please let my baby be okay. They took me to the pack hospital and the lights there were painfully bright. Voices filled the room.
"Get the healer!"
"She's already bleeding!"
"Hurry!"
Someone helped me onto a bed. The following hours melted. The agony came in waves, each stronger than the last. I held on to the bedside when the healer told me to breathe.
"Push, Isabella, push," the woman said sternly.
And just another contraction tore through me and I screamed.
"I can't-"
"Yes, you can," she replied. "Push!"
Time lost meaning. Pain. Breathing. Pushing. Over and over again. At last I was devoured by fatigue. The final thing I had recalled was the healer screaming something at the nurse. Then everything went dark.
I opened the eyes and the room was silent. Too quiet. My body felt weak and heavy. The doctor appeared next to my bed, and this was the first thing I saw. His expression was grim. My heart began to race.
"Doctor..." I whispered weakly.
My voice was parched and strange.
"Where... where is my baby?"
The doctor hesitated. It was a little pause that filled my heart with a fear.
"Doctor..." I said in a panicked manner, please. "Let me see my baby."
She lowered her eyes. Her voice was low when she finally spoke up.
"I'm sorry, Isabella."
My heart stopped.
"The child..."
She hesitated once more and completed the sentence.
"...was born stillborn."
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After that night, Evelyn tossed a hideous silicone scar at her feet, forcing Aracely to glue it to her face and work as a bottom-tier maid in his estate so he would never recognize her.
Brennen, suffering from chronic insomnia, was completely addicted to the sweet gardenia scent of the woman from the dark. But when he saw the "disfigured" Aracely scrubbing floors, he was physically repulsed, publicly humiliating her and calling her a monster.
Meanwhile, Evelyn paraded around as his soon-to-be wife. Terrified of her lies unraveling, Evelyn constantly abused Aracely, throwing scalding coffee at her face and threatening to pull the plug on her grandmother if Aracely didn't sneak back into Brennen's room to act as his human sleeping pill.
Aracely endured the suffocating fake scar, the insults, and the freezing servant quarters. She ground her teeth, swallowing the bitter injustice just to keep her only family alive, wondering when this torturous hell would ever end.
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.