Forsaken for a Fake: The True Luna's Revenge

My husband, Alpha Kaeden, once looked at me with adoration. But after he brought Clemmie home, his eyes turned cold, glazed over by the "herbal tea" she fed him. Now, I lay chained to a steel table in the dungeon, the smell of my own burning flesh filling the air. Kaeden stood over me, indifferent to my screams. He ordered the guards to electrocute me through silver cuffs—the poison of our kind—even though he knew I was carrying his pup. But torture wasn't the end goal. I froze when I heard the doctor’s question. "The transplant carries risks, Alpha. Taking a heart from a living donor..." Clemmie didn't just want my husband; she wanted my heart to cure her "sickness" and steal my White Wolf power. I waited for Kaeden to refuse. Instead, he rubbed his temples and delivered my death sentence. "Harvest the heart. Dispose of the rest." "And the fetus?" the doctor asked. "Incinerate it." Those words killed me faster than the silver. I died on the operating table that night, my heart flatlining for three minutes to stage my death. Kaeden thinks I am ash in a jar. He thinks he saved his mistress. But when I opened my eyes in the safe house, they weren't brown anymore. They were glowing silver. Beside me, my daughter slept, alive and radiating ancient power. The weak Luna is dead. The White Wolf has risen. And I am going home to take back my pack.

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Chapter 5

POV: Kaeden

"The surgery was a success, Alpha."

The surgeon walked out of the operating room in the pack hospital, pulling off his bloody gloves.

"Clemmie?" I asked, standing up.

"She is resting. The new heart is beating strong. Her body accepted it immediately."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I had done it. I had saved her.

Why did I feel like I wanted to vomit?

I walked to the window, looking out at the moon. It was full tonight.

Suddenly, a pain ripped through my chest.

It wasn't a heart attack. It was deeper. It felt like a giant, invisible hand had reached into my soul and tore a vital cable.

I gasped, falling to my knees, clutching my chest. The fog in my brain didn't just lift; it shattered. The artificial calm that had blanketed me for months evaporated, leaving only raw, bleeding panic.

"Alpha!" Marcus rushed to my side.

Daria.

I reached for her through the Mind-Link. I expected to feel her fear, her anger, or even her silence.

Instead, I found... nothing.

Not a wall. Not a block.

Just a void. An abyss where a connection used to be.

The Mate Bond. It hadn't just faded. It had snapped.

"No," I whispered. "That's impossible."

A Mate Bond only snaps for one reason.

Death.

"Sir," the Head of Security ran into the hallway, looking pale. "We found the Gamma's car. It was abandoned near the river. And... we found this."

He held up a plastic bag. Inside was a piece of fabric. It was the hem of the dress Daria was wearing. It was soaked in blood and singed with silver.

"She's gone, Alpha," the guard said, keeping his head down. "The scent trail ends at the water. She... she must have succumbed to her injuries."

"Liar!" I roared. I grabbed the guard by the throat and slammed him into the wall. "She is faking it! She is trying to run away!"

"Kaeden?"

Clemmie was wheeled out of the recovery room. She looked radiant. Her cheeks were pink. She looked healthier than she had in years.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

"Daria," I choked out. "The bond... it's gone."

Clemmie's eyes widened, but she didn't look sad. She looked relieved.

"Oh, Kaeden," she sighed, reaching for my hand. "Don't you see? It's a sign. The Moon Goddess severed the false tie so we could be truly together. She sacrificed herself for us."

I looked at Clemmie. I should have felt love. I should have felt gratitude.

But as I looked at her, the woman I had destroyed my marriage for, I felt cold. The headache was gone, and with it, the strange, obsessive warmth I'd felt for her.

My phone rang. It was an unknown number.

I answered it.

"Who is this?" I barked.

"You don't deserve to know," a distorted voice replied. It was mechanical, deep.

"Where is she?" I demanded. "Where is Daria?"

"Daria is dead, Kaeden," the voice said. It was cold, hard, and filled with a hatred that chilled my blood. "You killed her. You killed your heir. And now, you are going to live with the silence."

"Bring me her body," I commanded, trying to use the Alpha tone, but my voice wavered.

"There is no body," the voice said. "Only ashes. And the curse she left on your soul."

The line went dead.

I stared at the phone. The pain in my chest was dulling now, replaced by a hollow, aching emptiness.

I looked at Clemmie, who was smiling at her new reflection in the window.

And for the first time, I noticed something.

She didn't smell like vanilla anymore. Underneath the hospital antiseptic, she smelled like rot.

And I... I was alone.

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7.2

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8.4

Between Ruin And Revenge: Her Regret

8.4

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9.6

Claimed By My Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

9.6

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7.4

Married To The Wolf: My Ruthless Revenge

7.4

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8.4

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8.4

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