The Betrayed Luna's Vow Of Vengeance
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."
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Chapter 3
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The triumphant smirk on Faye's face faltered as she saw the look in my eyes. A flicker of fear replaced her victory, and she instinctively shrank back behind Ryker’s protective bulk.
I tore my gaze away from them, turning my attention to the silent, watchful pack. My chest was a hollow cavern of pain, but I took a deep, steadying breath. When I spoke, my voice was miraculously calm, imbued with the quiet authority they had come to expect from their Luna.
"The Full Moon Gathering is a sacred celebration," I began, my voice carrying to every corner of the clearing. "A time for unity and joy."
My gaze swept over them, a mix of Luna's command and a mother's gentle concern. "But it seems a somber mood has fallen upon us."
Seeing me shift the focus, Faye must have thought I was retreating. She stepped out from behind Ryker, dabbing at her dry eyes with the back of her hand. "Luna, I am so sorry," she said, her voice a fragile, trembling thing. "It’s all my fault. I’ll leave right now."
She put on a masterful performance of a heartbroken, guilt-ridden woman. I could see it working; some of the younger, more impressionable wolves were already looking at me with disapproval, as if I were the one being cruel.
Ryker’s brow furrowed, his glare accusing me of frightening his precious, delicate flower.
I looked at Faye, at her crocodile tears and quivering lip, and a humorless, icy smile touched my own lips.
*The little bitch is acting,* Kara snarled in my mind. *Let me rip her throat out!*
*No. We do it my way,* I replied, and took a single, deliberate step forward.
I didn't release an ounce of aggression. Instead, I let my true power unfurl. It wasn't the brute force of an Alpha's command, but something older, deeper. It was the innate, unshakeable authority that flowed through the royal bloodline of the Winter Pack, an aura of command that didn't need to shout to be obeyed.
The very air grew heavy. The pack members held their breath.
Faye’s pathetic, fake sobs caught in her throat. The color drained from her face, leaving her looking pale and pinched.
My amethyst eyes locked onto hers, and my voice became as sharp as a shard of ice. "You will speak when spoken to."
It was not a request. It was an order from her Luna. Faye flinched as if struck and clamped her mouth shut.
I then raised my voice, addressing the entire pack. "The celebration is over. Everyone is to return to their homes. Now."
This was my right. The management of pack gatherings, the welfare of our people—that was the Luna's domain.
The pack members exchanged uncertain glances, but no one dared to disobey a direct order from me. They began to quietly pack up their belongings, the festive mood completely extinguished.
Ryker’s face darkened with fury. "Selene! You are overstepping!"
I met his rage with a cool, unblinking stare. "Am I? As Luna, ensuring the pack's morale is my responsibility. And your public display has shattered it. I am merely doing my duty."
My words were a shield of logic and law that he couldn't break. He knew I was right. The pack's own laws gave the Luna the authority to disperse a gathering if she deemed it was no longer beneficial to the pack's spirit. He was left speechless, his fists clenching at his sides.
Faye, seeing her moment of triumph being dismantled, opened her mouth to protest.
I shot her a look so cold, so utterly devoid of warmth, that the words died on her lips. She looked like I had physically choked her.
The music was gone. The bonfires were being doused. The crowd melted away into the darkness of the forest, leaving the three of us standing in the wreckage of what was supposed to be a joyous night.
I had proven a point. He may have chosen her, but I was still the Luna. I was still the one in charge. I had seized control of the narrative, ripped the stage right out from under Faye's feet.
In the now empty, silent clearing, I gave Ryker one last look. It was a look filled with five years of love curdling into bitter disappointment. Then, without another word, I turned my back on him and walked away, my head held high.
As I walked away, her back straight and proud, Ryker's furious voice echoed in the empty clearing, "This isn't over, Selene!"
I didn't turn back, my only reply was a thought to my inner wolf, *No, Ryker. It has just begun.*
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9.1
I stood alone at the marble altar, the silence of the temple pressing against my eardrums.
It was my Mating Ceremony, but the groom was missing.
My phone buzzed with a notification: a livestream of my mate, Alpha Cain, skipping our union to welcome my sister, Eris, home.
In the video, he held her like she was fragile glass, captioning it: "True power recognizes true power."
When I returned to the Pack House, humiliated, I wasn't met with an apology.
I was met with a slap from my mother.
Eris, feigning a powerful "Alpha Aura," claimed my mere scent was poisoning her.
To "save" her, my family locked me in my room.
But the true betrayal came when I overheard their hushed whispers through the door.
"Use Vera," my mother said, her voice chillingly practical.
"She recovers fast. We can drain her blood weekly for Eris. She can stay as a servant to raise Cain and Eris's pups."
My blood ran cold.
They didn't just neglect me; they planned to harvest me like livestock.
They thought I was the weak Omega they exiled to the North years ago to peel potatoes.
They had no idea that in the North, I wasn't a servant.
I was Commander V, a warrior forged in ice and blood.
I reached under my bed and pulled out my black tactical duffel.
"Screw the meatloaf," I whispered.
I wasn't just leaving. I was going to war.
9.2
She loved him until she lost herself.
Now, behind locked doors and shattered glass, she must learn to breathe again.
When she first met Lloyd, he was magnetic and intoxicating. The kind of man who turned every head when he entered a room, who spoke in promises sweet enough to taste. With him, she felt chosen, cherished, and safe.
But safety was an illusion, and love became a weapon.
And slowly, piece by piece, he dismantled her until nothing of the woman she once was remained.
Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again.
Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises.
Haunting, raw, and achingly intimate, Boys like him peels back the glittering mask of a toxic love affair to reveal the kind of darkness that hides in plain sight, and the unbreakable strength it takes to escape it.
8.6
I was the untouchable Mafia Queen, but my reign ended in the blood-soaked depths of a damp dungeon.
My half-sister, Kelsey, drove a rusted, sharpened spoon into my chest, screaming about the unfairness of fate.
In my past life, my father sold me to the ruthless Don Dante Blackwell as collateral to pay off his debts.
To survive, I took a black-market fertility drug, birthed his heir, and clawed my way to the throne through sheer ruthlessness.
But in the mafia world, a pregnant woman isn't a queen; she's a walking target.
I survived countless bombings and poisonings, only to be betrayed and slaughtered by my own family.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand. I had sacrificed everything to secure our survival in the empire. Why did my blood and tears only earn me a rusted spoon to the heart?
Opening my eyes again, I am seventeen, sitting in my father's drawing room.
Two black velvet boxes sit on the mahogany table.
Kelsey greedily snatches the box containing the fertility drug, her eyes gleaming with feverish triumph.
"I'll take this one, Papa."
She thinks she is stealing my golden ticket to the crown, completely unaware that she just chose a death sentence.
I lower my gaze, letting my eyelashes mask the cold, lethal amusement pooling in my eyes as I take the remaining box.
Inside is the detailed psychological profile of the Don's dead fiancée.
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7.2
Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself.
Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets.
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8.7
Jolie transmigrated into a high-tech universe ruled by beast-shifting Primals, only to wake up in the body of a "defective" female. With a Genetic Compatibility Index of zero, she was publicly discarded by her mandated military partner.
Before she could even adapt, her stepmother drugged her with an illegal aphrodisiac and locked her in a pitch-black suite with that same ex-fiancé—now a feral, maddened beast. The family wanted her torn apart to permanently erase their embarrassment.
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