The Betrayed Luna's Vow Of Vengeance
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For five years, I poured my soul into ruling the Black Moon Pack alongside my fated mate, Alpha Ryker.
But at our most sacred gathering, he publicly pulled his rogue ex-girlfriend, Faye, into his arms.
"Faye is under my protection," he declared to the entire pack, using his crushing Alpha Command to force me, his Luna, to my knees.
He didn't care that I had taken a silver blade for him, or that Faye was a traitor whose past defection had permanently crippled three of our warriors.
He stripped me of my dignity, ordered me to accept his new partner, and left me alone in our marital suite.
That night, my Mating Mark erupted into a searing, white-hot agony that made me vomit blood and pass out.
I thought I was simply dying of a broken heart, until I remembered the forbidden lore of the "Fidelity Curse."
The curse ensured that if one mate was unfaithful, every moment of their physical pleasure would be transmitted through the bond as pure, agonizing torture to the betrayed mate.
I wasn't just heartbroken. My body was being forced to physiologically experience my husband's affair.
The final, near-fatal wave of pain at dawn wasn't random—it was the exact moment they conceived a child.
When Ryker walked in the next morning, smelling of her perfume, and proudly announced Faye was pregnant, he expected me to finally break and submit.
Instead, I looked at the father of another woman's child and gave him a chilling smile.
"I, Selene Thorne of the Winter Pack, have heard your declaration. Now get out of my sight. The war has begun."
The Betrayed Luna's Vow Of Vengeance Chapter 1
Selene Thorne POV:
The silvery light of the full moon spilled across the sacred grounds of the Black Moon Pack. My moon-white silk gown whispered around my ankles as I stepped gracefully from the carriage, the evening breeze a soft caress against my skin.
My maid, Ruby Corvus, fussed with the hem, her warm brown eyes shining with admiration. "Luna, you look like the Goddess herself tonight."
A small smile touched my lips. I glanced across the clearing, taking in the scene. The Full Moon Gathering was in full swing. Bonfires crackled, sending sparks dancing into the night sky. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats, pine from the surrounding forest, and the joyful energy of my pack. Five years I had poured my soul into this peace, this stability. It was a responsibility I’d carried since birth, as the heir to the Winter Pack, and one I had embraced as the Luna of Black Moon.
As I began to walk, pack members bowed their heads in respect. "Luna Selene."
I inclined my head to each of them, my smile genuine. "It is good to see you, Elara. Is your mother's cough any better?" I paused to ruffle the hair of a young pup. "You're growing so fast, Leo."
This was my duty. My joy.
But my inner wolf, Kara, was growing restless. *He should be here,* she grumbled in my mind, her voice a low growl of impatience. *The Alpha always greets his Luna.*
*Patience, Kara,* I soothed, though a sliver of unease pricked at my own heart. *Ryker is likely busy with the Elders.*
I moved through the throng of dancing bodies, my eyes scanning for my mate, my Alpha. My gaze settled on the raised platform at the center of the clearing, the seat of power, where he should have been waiting.
Then, a gust of wind blew in from the direction of the platform, carrying a scent that made my steps falter.
The smile on my face froze, feeling like a fragile mask of ice.
I smelled him. The familiar, possessive scent of my husband, Ryker. It was the scent of a winter storm raging through a pine forest, a scent that had always meant safety, home, and passion.
But it was tainted. Twisted.
Wrapped around his powerful scent was another, a sickly sweet and cloying aroma of jasmine.
Kara let out a furious roar in my mind, a sound of pure, animalistic rage. *That is not your scent on him!*
The breath hitched in my throat. I knew that scent. Jasmine. Faye. Ryker's ex-girlfriend, a rogue she-wolf who should have been a ghost, a memory buried five years in the past.
My heart didn't just sink; it plummeted into a cold, dark abyss, and ice flooded my veins.
I forced my head up, my gaze cutting through the celebrating crowd, locking onto the shadows at the edge of the Alpha's platform.
And I saw him.
I saw Ryker's broad, powerful back. He was half-turned away, his body shielding a smaller figure from view. A figure with a mane of fiery auburn curls.
Faye.
She was nestled against his chest, her head resting in the hollow of his shoulder. His arm was wrapped protectively around her, a gesture of intimacy and possession that was meant for me and me alone.
I saw a few of the pack's senior members nearby. They saw it too. Their gazes flickered towards the couple, then quickly, guiltily, away, pretending to be engrossed in conversations that had died on their lips.
It felt like a bolt of lightning had struck me, the world dissolving into a deafening roar in my ears. At the base of my neck, my Mating Mark—the sacred bite that bound my soul to his—began to burn with a sharp, angry sting.
Sight, scent, and the sacred Mate Bond all screamed the same, soul-shattering word at me: Betrayal.
My fingers curled into fists, my nails digging so deeply into my palms that I felt the sting of breaking skin. The pain was a welcome anchor in the swirling chaos of my mind.
Ruby appeared at my side, her face etched with concern. "Luna, are you alright? You’re pale."
I drew a shaky breath, the mixed scent of my husband and his lover making my stomach churn with nausea. I forced my fist to uncurl. I smoothed the front of my gown, my movements a little too stiff. I pasted the serene, unshakable smile back onto my face.
*Tear her apart!* Kara shrieked, clawing at the inside of my mind. *He is ours! MINE!*
*Not yet,* I told her, my internal voice a shard of ice. *We are the Luna. We do not crumble.*
I lifted my chin, my amethyst eyes hardening. I took a step towards the platform, towards the public display of my humiliation. Each step felt like I was walking on shattered glass, but my stride was steady, my back ramrod straight.
I ignored Ruby's worried gasp, my eyes fixed on the man who was my world and the woman who was destroying it. I took another step, and then another, my voice calm and clear as it cut through the music, a question directed at my Alpha, but for all the pack to hear.
"Ryker, won't you introduce your guest?"
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The Betrayed Luna's Vow Of Vengeance of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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While packing up her cheating ex-boyfriend's belongings, Giselle found an encrypted black smartphone hidden beneath his old textbooks.
Curiosity made her guess the passcode, only to uncover a horrifying secret.
Her ex had been using stolen lingerie photos of her beautiful roommate to catfish a man named "Oero" out of $1.5 million.
And Oero wasn't just a gullible sugar daddy. He was Dereck Campos, a ruthless Wall Street billionaire known for making his enemies permanently disappear.
The phone suddenly buzzed in her hand with a terrifying message.
"Don't be late. You know what happens when I'm kept waiting."
Giselle's blood ran cold. The lethal trap had snapped shut.
If she showed up, Dereck would see she wasn't the blonde in the photos and kill her.
If she ignored him, his private security would hunt her down anyway.
Her ex had drained the offshore accounts and fled, leaving her as the ultimate scapegoat to face a monster's wrath.
She was just a broke engineering student on a full scholarship.
She hadn't taken a single cent of that dirty money. Why should she pay with her life for a deadly scam she knew nothing about?
But Giselle wasn't going to just curl up and wait to die.
Her analytical mind kicked into overdrive. She sent him a voice note faking a severe illness, and deliberately refused his massive cash transfer to play the proud victim.
She was going to outsmart the most dangerous predator in New York, one calculated lie at a time.
7.9
For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises.
Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body.
Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union."
Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family."
Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless.
But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place.
Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms.
When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route.
What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected.
He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years.
And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely.
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.
7.4
I single-handedly saved my family's corporate empire from a hostile takeover, securing our market share for the next decade.
But my grandfather didn't see me as a hero. He saw me as a flawed piece of inventory.
To calm the board and fix the reputation I supposedly ruined, he forced me into an arranged marriage, auctioning me off to the highest bidder.
Desperate, I turned to my childhood friend, Egnacio, the only person who ever promised to protect me.
But instead of saving me, he publicly humiliated me. He used my desperation as a networking opportunity, pitching my arranged marriage as a business deal to a ruthless private equity king named Dexter Mathews.
Later that night, I caught Egnacio holding my cruel cousin in his arms.
"What man wants to be with a woman who looks at you like she's planning a hostile takeover?"
Hearing him mock my pain shattered the last bit of hope I had.
I realized I was never family to them. I was just a sharp knife, used to cut down their enemies and then traded for cash before I got dull.
The heartbreak vanished, replaced by a cold, violent rage.
I didn't break, and I didn't run.
Instead, I got into the back of Dexter Mathews's car. He had watched my family tear me apart, but he didn't see a broken pawn. He saw a queen.
And together, we were going to burn their entire empire to the ground.
9.7
I was the Luna of the Black Moon pack, happily carrying the Alpha's heir and believing in our Fated Mate bond.
But on a romantic getaway to the mountains, my beloved mate Ryker suddenly pushed me off a cliff.
As I dangled over the abyss, pleading for help, he just sneered and crushed my fingers under his heavy boot.
"Such a shame, my dear Luna."
I survived the plunge but lost my baby in a pool of my own blood.
Lying half-dead in the dark forest, I heard Ryker and his Beta confirming my "accidental" death.
He hadn't just cheated on me. He had orchestrated my murder to officially welcome his Chosen Mate.
He traded my life and our unborn pup for a piece of territory, disgusted by my mother's healing bloodline.
I couldn't understand how the sacred bond of the Moon Goddess could be so easily discarded, or how a father could butcher his own flesh and blood for power.
My love and grief were instantly replaced by a burning, venomous rage.
Fortunately, the legendary Alpha King passed by and saved me from the woods.
Hidden away in an ancestral sanctuary, I opened my laptop and sent a message to a mysterious ally.
"I need to get my revenge."
This time, I was going to make them pay in blood.
9.0
Ashlyn was supposed to be just a fragile college student, selling her rare blood to a vicious crime syndicate enforcer to keep his dying sister alive.
But the dynamic shattered when Alex returned from a two-month disappearance. He stepped into the penthouse covered in dirt and blood, sporting a horrific, jagged knife wound slashed completely across his face.
Knowing exactly how to exploit his insecurities, Ashlyn played the role of the terrified victim to perfection. She screamed, pushed against his chest, and called him a terrifying monster. Humiliated and enraged by her blatant disgust, Alex violently smashed a marble table and kicked her out. He forced her out into a freezing, torrential rainstorm without a coat, vowing to kill her if she ever showed her face again.
What the ruthless enforcer didn't know was that her pathetic, trembling tears were a flawless, calculated lie. She wasn't a helpless, greedy girl. She was a cold-blooded corporate mastermind hiding from a family of elite assassins. She desperately needed his impenetrable penthouse fortress to stay alive, and she knew the only way to secure her place wasn't to ask for it, but to make him beg for her return.
Three days later, his sister's organs began to fail, and the hospital's blood bank ran dry.
"I'll pay you whatever you want. Just get here."
Listening to the desperate, broken voice of the monster over her burner phone, Ashlyn smiled coldly in the dark. The trap had snapped shut, and he had just handed her all the power.
