His Luna's Rage Will Break His Empire
My mate, Alpha Santino, brought another woman into our home. She was a pregnant Omega, the widow of his fallen Beta, and he swore to protect her above all others.
He gave her my seat of honor, left our bed cold each night to soothe her feigned nightmares, and ignored me completely. I was the Luna of the Blackstone Pack, but I was becoming a ghost in my own life.
The final betrayal happened in my own bedroom. She stood over my vanity and deliberately shattered my mother's sacred moonstone necklace, the last piece of my family I had left.
When Santino burst in, he didn't see my heartbreak. He saw only her fake tears.
"What did you do to her?!" he roared, his voice laced with the Alpha's Command, a sacred power he used to crush my will.
Then, for her, he did the unforgivable. He raised his hand and struck me, his mate.
In that instant, the love I had desperately clung to turned to ice. The man I had sworn my life to had not only betrayed me but had defiled the sacred bond the Goddess herself had blessed.
As the pain of his betrayal ripped through me, something ancient and powerful awakened in my blood. I rose to my feet and spoke the words that would destroy his world and begin mine.
"I, Alessia Bianchi, reject you, Santino Moretti, as my mate."
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Chapter 3
Alessia POV:
The scent of her was a cloying sweetness in my own bedroom. Lilies and deceit.
I had just escaped the study, where the mind-numbing tedium of the pack’s quarterly grain reports had been a welcome distraction. As I walked down the hall, I noticed the door to the chambers I shared with Santino was ajar. A faint sound, a soft clinking, drifted out.
My heart gave a painful lurch. Santino was out on patrol. The room should have been empty.
I pushed the door open.
The sight that greeted me punched the air from my lungs. Valentina was standing at my vanity. My vanity. And in her hands, she held my mother's moonstone necklace, turning it over and over, a small, mocking smile playing on her lips.
A wildfire of pure rage erupted inside me, so hot and violent it almost made me dizzy. That necklace was not just jewelry. It was my mother's last touch. It was the legacy of my bloodline. It was sacred.
“Put it down,” I growled, my voice low and colder than a grave. For the first time in months, my inner wolf was not just stirring; it was awake, and it was furious.
Valentina looked up, feigning a startled gasp. “Oh, Luna! You surprised me.”
With a dramatic flourish, she tossed the necklace into the air.
Time seemed to warp, stretching the moment into an eternity. I watched the beautiful moonstone spin, catching the light for one last, brilliant flash. Then it hit the hard stone floor with a sickening crack.
It shattered.
The sound echoed the crack spreading through my own soul. A pain, more profound and agonizing than anything I had ever known, ripped through me. It felt as if a part of my very being had been violently torn away.
I stumbled forward, my knees buckling as I crashed to the floor. My hands trembled as I reached for the broken pieces. Tears I didn't know I had left to cry blurred my vision. This was more than a broken heirloom; it was the desecration of a memory.
“Oh, my!” Valentina wailed, her act flawless. “You rushed in so suddenly, you scared me! I didn’t mean to!” She clutched her chest, her face a mask of counterfeit panic.
The sound of heavy, running footsteps echoed from the hall. Santino burst into the room, his Alpha senses on high alert.
His eyes took in the scene in a single glance: Valentina, looking pale and frightened; and me, kneeling on the floor amidst the ruins of my mother's legacy. He didn't hesitate.
“Alessia! What did you do to her?!” His voice was a whip-crack, laced with the power of his Alpha Command. He didn’t ask. He accused.
The Command slammed into me, a psychic blow that made my head spin. I couldn't form a reply, couldn't defend myself. I could only curl inward, the sharp edges of the moonstone fragments digging into the soft flesh of my palms.
Santino strode past me without a second glance. He went straight to Valentina, wrapping a protective arm around her. “Are you alright? Did she hurt you?” he murmured, his voice thick with concern.
I forced myself to my knees, the pain in my hands nothing compared to the gaping wound in my chest. “You use the Alpha’s Command on me?” My voice was a raw, broken whisper. “For her?”
His gaze was glacial. “You upset her. It’s my duty to protect her and the pup.”
He didn't even look at the shattered necklace at my feet. He didn't care.
In that moment, something ancient and powerful flared to life within my veins. The White Wolf blood, the legacy of my ancestors, surged to a boil. It was a tide of furious power, a strength I had never known, but the lingering force of his Command held it back, pressing down on me like a physical weight.
I was trapped. I was drowning.
In my utter despair, I did the only thing I could. I reached out with my mind, not to anyone in this pack, but far away, across the mountains, to the one person whose power was absolute.
I sent a silent, desperate scream through the Mind-Link, a raw cry of a soul in torment.
*Father!*
The tense silence was broken by another arrival. Gamma Damien stood in the doorway, his face a mask of grim fury. He had heard the Command, felt its violent ripple.
His eyes took in the scene: me, broken on the floor; Santino, shielding the other woman.
Damien took a step forward, his body forming a solid wall between us.
“Alpha Santino,” he began, his voice dangerously low.
“Stay out of this, Gamma!” Santino snarled, his own Alpha authority lashing out. The power in his voice forced Damien to halt, but the defiance in Damien’s eyes did not waver.
The pressure inside me was building. The White Wolf was clawing at the cage of Santino’s Command, fighting to be free.
And in the cold, dead space where my love for my mate used to be, a new, terrible certainty took root.
It was over. Everything was over.
I looked up at Santino, my mate, the wolf I had sworn my life to. And I saw only a stranger. A cruel, blind stranger.
And in the silence of my heart, I spoke a vow.
*You will regret this day for the rest of your miserable life.*
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8.3
When Eli is forced to enroll at Blackwood Academy, he thinks it is just another remote boarding school. But on his first night, he realizes the terrifying truth.
This school is a prison.
Trapped in endless, deadly time loops, students are forced to complete cruel, supernatural trials. Ghosts, cursed hallways, hidden rules, and unspeakable creatures hunt them after dark. The only way to stay alive is to solve mysteries, earn credits, and obey the academy's twisted commands.
No one remembers how they arrived.
No one has ever graduated.
No one leaves alive.
Eli must team up with other desperate students to uncover the academy's century-old secret. If they fail, they will be trapped in the nightmare forever.
At Blackwood Academy, survival is the only exam.
9.2
Lainey spent her last life destroying herself for Larry, only to become the woman he discarded most cruelly. He never loved her, never wanted her, and made no secret that his first love still owned his heart.
On their wedding day, he abandoned Lainey at the altar for that woman, then later used Lainey as nothing more than a stepping stone for his company's rise. In the end, he even had her kidney ripped from her.
Reborn at the very moment everything began, Lainey called off the wedding without hesitation. But after losing her, Larry begged desperately.
Lainey shot him a cold look, then turned and walked straight into the arms of a powerful, aloof man, who stared down at Larry with pure contempt. "She's my wife now."
7.5
I am the biological daughter of the wealthy Fitzpatrick family, but I spent my childhood eating out of dumpsters.
When I was finally brought back to the estate at age seven, I thought I would experience my parents' love.
Instead, my biological parents looked at my dirty clothes with raw disgust. They only cared about Hallie, the fake daughter who lived like a princess.
The moment I walked in, Hallie hurled a heavy ceramic cup at my head, slicing my hand open.
"Get out of my house!"
My father didn't even look at the blood. He raised his hand to strike me, accusing me of bringing trailer park rules into his home.
In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged for their forgiveness. I endured their abuse, hoping they would eventually love me.
But they let the maids humiliate me, let Hallie steal my identity, and eventually threw me back onto the streets to die. Even my playboy Uncle Byron, the only person who ever showed me mercy, was driven to suicide by them.
I didn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much, or why a vicious liar deserved everything while I was treated like a jinx.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day I first returned to the estate.
As my father raised his hand to hit me, I didn't cower.
Instead, I looked at the family patriarch and pointed directly at my notorious, alcoholic uncle.
"I want him to be my new guardian."
7.2
I woke up in a lavish bedroom, only to find a man built like a god of war chained to my wall, glaring at me with pure, unadulterated hatred.
A glowing apparition appeared and told me I had died in a car crash and transmigrated into the body of Elara, a tyrant Luna. Worse, the chained man was Ryker, one of my six fated mates whom the original Elara had brutally tortured.
Because of her sadistic crimes-starving them, exiling them, and sending two of them on a suicide mission-my affinity with them was at negative five hundred. The apparition delivered my terrifying death sentence.
"In three days, at the Marking Ceremony, you will be killed by your six mates."
No matter what I did-freeing Ryker, sharing my food, or lifting their brother's exile-they viewed every act of kindness as a sick, twisted trap. They were just waiting for the punchline to my cruel joke, ready to expose me and end my life.
I was just a librarian who organized book clubs and paid my taxes. Why did the Goddess throw me into this doomed vessel to pay for a psychopath's blood debts? How was I supposed to survive when the men destined to love me were actively plotting to rip my throat out?
Cornered by their righteous fury, I realized playing defense wouldn't work. I grabbed a dagger, sliced my own palm over the ceremonial stone, and swore a blood oath to bring their missing brothers home-or initiate a soul-shattering Rejection Ceremony myself.
8.0
After divorcing my cheating husband, I thought I had found my savior in his powerful business partner, Cole.
For three years, he pampered me like a queen, building a perfect, golden cage of devotion.
But on the day I happily discovered I was pregnant, I overheard him talking to my ex-husband's mistress.
"Elinor is just a convenient tool. If she gets pregnant, I'll fake a paternity test and annul the marriage so she leaves with nothing."
My entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie to secure his position and protect the woman he truly cared about.
Before I could quietly escape, Cole orchestrated a brutal attack.
I was dragged into a dark alley, beaten until my ribs fractured, and my unborn child was violently ripped away from me.
As I lay bleeding out in the freezing rain, my heart shattered into dust.
I didn't understand how the man who kissed me every morning could coldly order his thugs to beat me to death just to appease his real lover.
They left me there to rot, thinking they had finally erased the naive fool who got in their way.
Three years later, the world still believes Elinor Marsh died in a tragic car accident.
But when Cole and his elite circle attend a high-profile Interpol reception, they don't expect the new Chief Liaison Officer to step onto the stage.
I am Helena Fu now, and I have returned to burn their empire to the ground.
9.6
I was the devoted Luna of the Blackwood Pack, bound to my fated mate, Alpha Ryker.
But he coldly rejected our sacred bond for a pure-blooded she-wolf, tossing me aside like garbage.
That was when a cold voice in my head revealed the horrifying truth.
"Your fate is to be rejected, a tragic footnote in their epic love story."
My entire life was a scripted prophecy controlled by a twisted entity.
According to the script, I was supposed to be locked away, my inner wolf withering from the broken bond until I died in agony.
The entity even confessed to orchestrating the murder of Alpha Gideon, the only father figure I ever had, just to keep our bloodline enslaved to this sick narrative.
I refused to be a ghost in someone else's happily ever after.
Why should my family die and my soul be erased just to serve a predetermined fate?
Instead of crying like the prophecy demanded, I tore my own soul apart to shatter the ancient Scroll of Fate, destroying the entity itself.
Opening my eyes again, I was back to being a ten-year-old child.
It was the exact day my lifelong trauma began.
"Do as I say, Elara. Do not make any more trouble for me."
My mother was trying to force me to take the blame for a bully, just to save her own reputation.
This time, I am writing the script.