After My Boyfriend Killed Me I Undid His Future

The metal door of The Void clanged shut behind me for the last time, and I stood there, blinking against daylight that felt like knives. Three years. One thousand and ninety-five days since I'd seen the sun without silver bars cutting it into pieces. Warden Cass shoved a plastic bag into my hands—everything I owned in the world now reduced to a wrinkled dress, worn sneakers, and thirty-seven dollars in crumpled bills. "Bus ticket's inside," she said, her voice flat. "Don't come back, Stone." I nodded, my throat too dry for words. My wolf—Ember, she used to be called—stirred weakly somewhere deep inside me, a flicker of consciousness so faint I wondered if I'd imagined it. The wolfsbane injections had done their job well. Too well. I walked through the gates, each step feeling like I was dragging chains that weren't there anymore.

I stood before the full-length mirror in my dressing room, smoothing down the front of my custom-designed silver gown. The fabric caught the light with every movement, shimmering like the scales of a fish—or perhaps like the tears I'd been holding back for years. "It's just one day," I whispered to my reflection, reaching up to touch the moonstone pendant hanging at my throat. "Mom's pendant always brings luck." My mother's voice seemed to echo in my mind: *The Moon Goddess watches over those who sacrifice for love.* I'd sacrificed everything—my inheritance, my ancestral lands, my family's legacy—all for Enzo's dream. The Silver Creek Training Center would be the largest of its kind in three territories, a state-of-the-art facility that would secure our pack's future for generations. "We can't have children," Enzo had told me three years ago, his eyes downcast as he explained his supposed battle injury. "But we can leave a different kind of legacy." I'd believed him. I'd sold everything my parents left me, pouring millions into his vision. A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. "Ready, sweetheart?" Enzo's voice carried that familiar timber-and-pine scent, though today there was something else beneath it—something sweet and floral that made my wolf, Luna, stir uneasily within me.

"Get up", I told myself "Get up or die here". Rejected by her mate, Elara is marked as wolfless and left to die under the Blood Moon. She was never meant to survive the rejection but the Moon Goddess had other plans. When an enemy Alpha claims her protection, forbidden desire ignites, and a buried prophecy awakens. The girl everyone despised becomes the one the Moon fears most. But power always comes at a cost. With betrayal closing in and the Moon Goddess demanding her submission, she must choose between love and destiny. Even if it means becoming the villain of every pack.

I smoothed down the front of my silver gown for the twentieth time, my fingers trembling slightly as they traced the delicate beadwork. Three months of overtime shifts at the pack's coffee shop had paid for this dress—a dress I'd hoped would finally make me look like I belonged among the Silvermoon elite. Like I deserved to stand beside their future Alpha. "You can do this, Lauren," I whispered to my reflection, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes. Seven years of loving Steven, seven years of enduring whispers and sidelong glances from his pack members, and tonight was supposed to be the beginning of the end of all that. Our marking ceremony was just weeks away. The Full Moon Festival was in full swing by the time I arrived at the clearing. Fairy lights twinkled in the trees surrounding the ceremonial grounds, and the enormous bonfire cast dancing shadows across the faces of pack members dressed in their finest. The scent of roasted meat and sweet wine hung in the air, mingling with the earthy perfume of the forest at night. "Lauren!

Suddenly, it was his turn to gasp. Fear. Shock. Disbelief. I couldn't tell, but he released my hand like it was some poisonous object. He turned away from me, towards the boys. "We are doomed. She will bring an end to us all." ********************************************************************** She's plus sized She's partially blind A nerd with brains...and bullies Her name... isn't a name. It's a curse. She's a curse A curse living in the human world And someone followed her there - her greatest bully. She hates her birthdays, they are her nightmares. But her eighteenth birthday turns out to be her worse - finding out the man she's called 'dad' all these years isn't her dad. And his biological twin sons are her destined mates. But that's not the problem. She is. She's the dragon that shouldn't be let to live. She's a doom to the dragon tribe...even to her own mates. Now, every dragon wants her dead. And the witches' clan want her powerful blood. The only people who can protect her, are the very people her demon dragon wants to destroy! Dive into this paranormal fantasy and follow Heina on a journey of self-discovery, character growth and unleashing powers that will ruin everything and everyone... including her mates.

The afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows of Quentin's office as I methodically sorted through the Silver Creek Pack alliance documents. As Luna, maintaining these records was part of my duty—a responsibility I'd carried faithfully for six years. The familiar scent of cedar and leather from Quentin's desk should have been comforting, but today something felt different. I reached for a stack of territorial agreements, my fingers brushing against parchment that felt slightly damp with humidity. That's when it hit me—a scent so foreign yet achingly familiar that my wolf stirred restlessly within me. Roses and sandalwood, intertwined with Quentin's pine and earth in a way that made my stomach clench with recognition. My hands trembled as I brought the documents closer, inhaling deeply despite every instinct screaming at me to stop. The scent combination was unmistakable—the kind of perfect harmony that only existed between true mates. But it wasn't my scent mingled with Quentin's. Talia Grant.