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 4
Selene Thorne POV:
I forced myself to maintain a regal, unhurried pace until the shadows of the forest swallowed me whole, hiding me from any prying eyes. The moment I was concealed by the thick trunks of the ancient oaks, the façade crumbled.
My knees gave out, and I sagged against a tree, my breath coming in ragged, painful gasps. The adrenaline that had fueled my defiance drained away, leaving behind a tidal wave of humiliation and a pain so profound it felt physical.
My hand flew to my neck, pressing against the Mating Mark. It was still burning, a constant, agonizing reminder of the bond he was desecrating.
*It hurts,* Kara whimpered in my mind, her earlier rage now a wounded cry. *The bond, he’s tearing it apart.*
I squeezed my eyes shut, but the darkness offered no escape. An image, sharp and vivid, flashed behind my eyelids: a younger me, barely eighteen, seeing Ryker for the first time. The world had tilted on its axis. The air had crackled with an energy I now knew as the 'sparks' of a fated connection. My soul had recognized his, and I had thought myself the luckiest she-wolf in the world.
His vow, whispered against my skin on our mating night, echoed in the ruins of my heart. "You are my only Luna, now and forever." A bitter, hollow lie.
The sound of heavy, angry footsteps crunching on the forest floor ripped me from the memory.
Ryker.
He had followed me. His face was a thunderous mask of fury. Faye, thankfully, was nowhere in sight. This was between us.
His hand shot out, grabbing my arm in a bruising grip. "How dare you embarrass me in front of my pack?" he snarled, his face inches from mine.
I wrenched my arm from his grasp, a cold, humorless laugh bubbling up from my chest. "Your pack? I believe it’s *our* pack. And who was the one causing the embarrassment, Ryker?"
I stared into his stormy grey eyes and for the first time, I saw nothing of the man I loved. There was no warmth, no conflict, only a chilling, unadulterated rage.
"You brought a rogue, your ex-lover, to the most sacred gathering and flaunted her in my face! You speak to me of embarrassment?" My voice rose with each word, laced with disbelief.
He was momentarily stunned by my accusation, but his shock quickly morphed into defensive anger. "Faye needed me! She’s been through a lot. I expected my mate to show some compassion!"
"Compassion?" The word was a poison on my tongue. "You want me to show compassion to the woman sleeping with my husband?"
A montage of my life, my service, flashed through my mind. The countless sleepless nights spent poring over pack ledgers. The tense negotiations with rival packs to secure our borders. The hours spent comforting grieving families. The jagged scar on my side, a permanent reminder of the silver-tipped dagger I’d taken for him during his bloody fight to claim the Alpha title.
"When I was negotiating the treaty with the Winter Pack, securing the southern border for us, where were you, Ryker? You were with her," I accused, my voice trembling with a righteous fury.
"When I spent three days and nights nursing our warriors back to health after the rogue attack, where were you? With her!"
"I have given you everything! My loyalty, my wisdom, my body, my soul! What has she given you besides whispered promises and a past you should have left behind?"
Each word was a dagger, and I was twisting it in both our hearts.
His face was pale, his jaw tight. He couldn't deny a single word, because it was all true. He had no defense against my record, against my dedication. So he chose the cruelest weapon he had left: he devalued it all.
"You were a good Luna, Selene. A perfect political partner," he said, his voice flat and cold. "But Faye… she has my heart."
A perfect political partner.
The words struck me with the force of a physical blow, shattering the last fragile remnants of my hope. That’s all I was to him. A strategic alliance. An asset.
A bitter, coppery taste filled my mouth. The world swam before my eyes.
Seeing my stricken expression, a flicker of something—maybe regret—crossed his face, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. He chose to end the argument not with an apology, but with an edict.
"This ends now. You will accept Faye’s presence. You will continue to be the Luna, and you will not cause any more scenes. That is an order."
He expected me to simply swallow my pain, to accept this monstrous arrangement. To stand by and watch as he loved another.
I looked at this stranger wearing my husband's face, and the last ember of love in my heart died, leaving behind nothing but cold, barren ash.
Selene stared at him, a strange, chilling calm settling over her features. The pain was so immense it had become numbness. She slowly shook her head, her voice a mere whisper, "An order? You have no idea what you've just done, Ryker. You haven't just broken a bond. You've broken a queen."
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she'll ruin them all, and take back everything that belongs to her.
Promotional line: They killed me once. This time, I'll destroy them first.
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.
This time, I won't be a breeding mare fighting off assassins. I will dissect the devil himself.
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.
When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.
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.
But instead of dying, Jolie awakened a rare plant-manipulation power. She bound the raging General, drained his energy, robbed him blind, and fled to a remote farming planet. Just as she thought she was free, the Commonwealth system flashed a new mandate. They assigned her a new husband: Keanu Robertson, a psychotic assassin who had murdered his last three wives.
The system wasn't giving her a partner; it was handing her a death warrant. Keanu despised females, especially a "useless" zero-GCI burden. He tracked her forged alias across the galaxy, descending upon her barren farm in the dead of night with pure murderous intent. How could a discarded, defective girl survive the most feared apex predator in the Shadow Sector?
But as the legendary assassin stepped onto her property to finish the job, a mutated, neurotoxic vine whipped out and completely paralyzed him. Watching the massive killer crash face-first into the dirt, Jolie lowered her rifle and smiled.
"Welcome home, husband."