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Betrayed Luna's Revenge

They took her child thinking it was the end, murdered her in cold blood after draining her of every use she had. But now she's back, she's not the naive girl they once knew, she's back for blood. And they would pay, an eye for an eye. A son for a son. Aria's lane’s perfect life was disrupted by the return of the real daughter of her parents, forced and abused by her husband and brother to spend the rest of her life paying for all that Vanessa, their real daughter suffered. After being brutally killed by Vanessa she's back, and this time she'd make them all pay in blood.
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Chapter 4

Draken's Pov

My eyes flung open, my head felt like it was about to be torn into a million pieces, my body was drenched in sweat.

“Why are you up so early” the figure on the bed stirred and purred softly, 

“Get out” I said softly, 

Her pupils dilated, she opened her mouth to protest but a look from me and she went quiet instantly. Gathering the bits of scattered clothes she had, rushing out with her head on her tail.

“Good, I was in no mood to spill blood now, didn't mean I wouldn't if I needed to” 

I headed to the shower letting the water wash away the stench and smell of sex that lingered on my body. 

My mind wandered to the brown eyes that hunted my dreams every night. 

I sighed in exasperation, I was getting no where with this, the dreams just kept getting worser.

Last night she had actually died in a very brutal way, I couldn't see her face clearly, but those eyes, those eyes were ones I would never forget easily.

Water dripped down my body as I got dressed, I sighed at the sound of l ppmy door bursting open, only one person had such audacity.

“Drakenn—Fuck man, you should have warned me, ohh my Virgin eyes” Xenos, my beta, groaned dramatically, covering his eyes.

“Maybe if you didn't go around barging into rooms, you won't have to corrupt your virgin eyes” I said, my voice laced with sarcasm.

“No need to sound so sarcastic about it, if you'd stopped being a manwhore I won't be stuck with such unholy sights so early in the morning” he retorted

I threw a glance at him to find his gaze already fixed elsewhere, a chuckle escaped my lips, he would never change, "don't see why you're bothered by naked ass, except your gay” I teased 

“Eww” his face contorted in disgust, a sight I found quite amusing

“I'm done” I simply said walking past him and into my bedroom.

“You look like shit” he commented.

“Glad you noticed, what would I do without your detective skills such as yours” 

“Nothing” he bowed, biting back a smile, “but seriously, the dream again?”

“Yes”

“You barely slept for an hour, your insomnia’s getting worse”

“Thanks Sherlock, I didn't notice” 

“I'm serious,” his face turned stern, “you need to do something about it, you can't function properly if you're sleep deprived.

“Sigh, stop nagging. You're going to give me a fucking migraine” I groaned pinching my forehead with two fingers

“I wouldn't need to, if you'd just take better care of yourself”

“I'm his fiancée, you can't stop me from seeing him” a high pitched voice pierced through our conversation.

“Witch alert” Xenos whistled 

“Make her leave” I ordered

“Hell no, that ball of fire outside is your problem Alpha, I would rather not get involved” he shrank back, amusement clearly written on his face.

“I wasn't asking” I glared at him.

“How long do you think they'd last with her out there?” 

I ignored him, gathering the paperworks and reports from the packs under me, being a lycan king came with responsibilities, one that has obviously piled up

“you’re no fun” he rolled his eyes and stepped out.

Soon the sound of arguments and orders followed by Cassidy’s screeching and frustrated growl. I tuned them out, and focused on the work at hand.

“Fuck, she's a handful,” Xenos spat, re-entering the room with a furious expression.

“I know” I nodded, “which is why you handled her”

“You really need to start taking care of your own fiancee Alpha, I can't do this anymore.”

“If I didn't know any better, I would have thought you didn't enjoy it,” I said flatly

“Putting those peacock feathers of hers in their place felt quite satisfying,” he chuckled, “speaking of, there's new progress on the person you've been searching for”

That quickly caught my interest, “oh?” 

“She's the adopted daughter of the Alpha Kreig”

“Who's that?”

“One of the lower Alpha's under you” 

“Oh, explains why I had never heard of him” I nodded 

“How's she?” I asked the only question that I had been meaning to ask for a very long while

“Fine, I guess, she was raised in a happy home, never had a reason to be worried nor lacked anything.” 

“Noted, which pack?”

"Nightfang” 

“I sent the details to your email” 

“Okay” 

“Any info on the Ironclaw lycans lost princess?” 

“Nothing yet, but I believe they extended their search to some packs under us, some of there members were spotted within our borders”

A murderous energy swept through me “How dare Eros” my fingers dug into my palms, “Any member of that Kingdom found within my borders should be brought to me. They'll face martial punishment”

“Noted, Got to run alpha, and for crying out loud pay more attention to your health, especially now that dash is in hibernation” he muttered and soon the sound of his receding footsteps was all I could hear before the room was plunged into silence.

Great, he just had to remind me of the absence of Dash—my lycan. The haughty bastard decided now was the best to fall into one of his deep sleeps.

“I can hear you asshole” his annoying voice filled my head, 

“Good to know you’re still alive” I replied 

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes before tuning me out.

I picked up my phone, scrolling through the details and pictures Xenos sent, committing every single one of it to memory.

A smile tugged at my lips, as I went through the details, a particular picture caught my eyes.

Her eyes, why did they look so oddly familiar?

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