My Husband Tried to Make Her Luna

Betrayed by her husband, Alpha Kael, and her own sister, Elara is brutally murdered so another can take her title as Luna. However, she unexpectedly wakes up in the past, years before her tragic demise. Armed with knowledge of the future and a hardened heart, Elara vows to dismantle Kael’s life and protect her pack from his greed. This time, she will not be a victim; she will reclaim her power and destroy those who once sought her blood.

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Chapter 2

I stumbled through the darkened corridors of the pack house, my legs barely supporting me. Every step left a bloody print on the marble floor, but I couldn't stop. Not now. Not when I was so close.

My father's study remained sealed since his death—Christian had ordered it locked, claiming it was out of respect. Now I understood the truth: he was hiding evidence.

"Goldie," I whispered, feeling my wolf stir weakly within me. "We need to be strong. Just a little longer."

The biometric scanner beside the heavy oak door recognized my fingerprint despite the blood. A green light flashed, and the lock clicked open.

The scent of my father's pipe tobacco still lingered in the air, mixed with old paper and leather-bound books. I closed the door behind me, leaning against it as tears blurred my vision.

"I'm sorry, Dad," I choked out, clutching his signet ring that hung around my neck. "I chose wrong. So terribly wrong."

My legs gave way, and I collapsed to my knees beside his massive desk. The drawers were locked, but I knew where he kept the key—hidden in the spine of his favorite book on werewolf lineage.

With trembling hands, I retrieved the small brass key and unlocked the bottom drawer. There, beneath stacks of correspondence, lay his leather journal.

I opened it with reverence, flipping to the final entries. My heart stopped as I read his neat handwriting:

*Something isn't right with Christian. The pack accounts don't match. Elena must be protected if my suspicions are correct.*

The next page detailed symptoms—weakness, dizziness, a racing heart—and his conclusion: "Wolfsbane poisoning. Small doses. Methodical."

A small vial rolled from between the pages, labeled in my father's precise script: "Antidote prototype—incomplete but potentially lifesaving."

"He knew," I whispered, cradling the vial. "He knew Christian was killing him."

Goldie's grief merged with mine, a howl of anguish that threatened to tear me apart from within. But something else rose from the ashes of that pain—cold, calculating rage.

"He will pay," I promised, pocketing the vial and journal. "They both will."

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I made it to the edge of our territory before Christian's patrol spotted me. Three Deltas in wolf form, their teeth bared as they circled.

"Going somewhere, Luna?" the lead Delta sneered after shifting partially back to human form.

"I need supplies," I lied, trying to sound authoritative despite my weakened state.

"Alpha Christian said you weren't to leave pack grounds." His eyes gleamed with malice. "He wants you found and brought back."

Before I could respond, a massive hand yanked me into the shadows between two ancient pines. I struck out blindly, only to be caught in an iron grip that smelled of cedar and rain.

"Don't," a deep voice commanded, his breath warm against my ear. "They'll see you."

My captor pulled me deeper into the forest, moving with supernatural speed until we crossed into neutral territory. Only then did he release me, stepping back into a shaft of moonlight.

Parker Gordon. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. Tall and imposing with midnight-black hair and eyes that seemed to pierce straight through me.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, trying to summon Goldie's strength to stand tall despite my injuries.

"Watching the borders," he replied simply. "I've been sensing your distress for days."

Something electric passed between us—a recognition that made no sense. His scent enveloped me, cedar and rain and something indefinably *right*. Goldie stirred, suddenly alert and yearning.

"That's impossible," I whispered. "We barely know each other."

Parker's eyes flashed amber in the darkness. "We know each other more than you realize, Elena King."

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The safe house was a small cabin deep within Blood Moon territory. Parker carried me the last mile when my strength failed, his arms gentle despite his reputation as ruthless.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked as he set me on a sofa and knelt to examine my silver burns.

"Because seven years ago, I caught your scent at the Inter-Pack Summit," he said quietly, his fingers surprisingly tender as they applied a cooling salve to my wounds. "And I've been respecting your choice ever since."

I jerked back, disbelieving. "What are you saying?"

Parker's eyes met mine, unwavering. "I'm saying I'm your True Mate, Elena. The one the Moon Goddess intended for you."

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. "No. That's not possible. I chose Christian."

"And I stayed away out of respect for that choice," he said simply. "Even when my wolf howled every night, sensing your unhappiness."

I shook my head violently. "I'm broken. Damaged. I'm not worthy of a True Mate."

Parker's expression hardened, his hands gripping my shoulders with gentle insistence. "Don't you dare say that. You are Elena King, daughter of Alpha Richard. You are strong. You are worthy."

His touch sent currents of electricity through my body, awakening parts of me I thought long dead. But fear held me back—fear of being hurt again, of being wrong again.

"I can't," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "I can't trust this. I can't trust you."

Parker's response was immediate and unequivocal: "Then I'll wait until you can."

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Due to an insurgence in rogue activities; wolf groups are finding it essential to forge agreements with other packs to protect themselves . It is largely done by marriages between Alphas and she-wolves of high rank members in another. Snow – who was an abandoned rogue herself; discovered by Amanda, the daughter of the Moonbeam Packs Gamma wolf – is about to be pushed into pre-arranged marriage with an awful, lecher of an Alpha. Neither sister wants Snow to have to marry him - alliance or not – therefore, Amanda helps Snow leave the pack the night before the wedding. Snow finds herself unwittingly intruding onto the Cerberus Pack's territory; and, ending up protecting their Beta's young sister from a nasty rogue assault. When the Alpha sees Snow for the first time; he proclaims her to be his mate. She resists at first, even though she's curiously attracted to him; and, ultimately gives in to her inner-wolf's need and accepts him as her mate. Meanwhile, the jilted Alpha is angry, and wants Snow back . not out of love, but, out of spite and desiring payback for running out on him. He even goes as far as collaborating with renegade cells to go to war with the Cerberus Pack to get Snow back.

Action Romance Werewolf

9.1

He Chose Them, I Lost Everything

9.1

My husband Dorian and I clawed our way out of the foster system together, building a software empire from scratch. He was my hero, the man who swore he' d always protect me. But he became obsessed with "saving" a manipulative single mother, draining our accounts and our marriage. I thought the baby I was secretly carrying could be the bridge to bring him back to me. Then, at my first prenatal appointment, her son attacked me. He rammed his head into my stomach, and a universe of pain exploded inside me as I collapsed, bleeding on the cold hospital floor. I begged Dorian for help. He looked from my pale face to the wailing child, and made his choice. "You need to get a grip," he said coldly, scooping the boy into his arms and walking away, leaving me to lose our child alone. He let our first baby die, and now our second. His love was a lie. So I sent him a final gift to remember me by-the divorce papers, and a small jar containing the body of the son he abandoned.

Action Modern Romance

9.7

Luna vs. Alpha's Folly

9.7

In a world of shifting power, Luna stands as a beacon of defiance against the reckless ambition of an arrogant Alpha. As his poor choices threaten to tear their pack apart, Luna must harness her inner strength and strategic mind to prevent total annihilation. This fantasy epic follows her journey through brutal combat and political intrigue as she challenges a legacy of folly to secure a future where her people can finally thrive in peace.

Action Fantasy Werewolf

8.2

My Brother's Lies, My Fiancé's Betrayal

8.2

My brother, at the whim of his new girlfriend, fired our entire security team, leaving my mother and me alone in our isolated lake house. I had a premonition of a violent attack, but he just laughed and called me a drama queen. That night, my vision came true. Intruders stormed our home, and my mother took a crowbar to the chest to save my life. I escaped through the blizzard, bleeding and desperate, to my fiancé Cristofer' s cabin. He met me with a cold smirk. "Broderick warned me you'd pull a stunt like this." He accused me of faking it all for attention, then beat me until I tasted blood, leaving me on the floor. My brother and the man I was supposed to marry had branded me a liar while my mother was dying. They had chosen to believe a fantasy over my reality. But as I lay there, broken, Cristofer's phone rang. It was the sheriff, confirming a 911 call about a home invasion and a critically wounded victim at our address. Their world of lies was about to come crashing down.

Action Fantasy Romance

9.5

My Mate Lied About My Death to Steal My Pack

9.5

Betrayed by the man she loved, an Alpha's daughter is left for dead while her mate spreads lies of her demise to seize control of her pack. Stripped of her birthright and left with nothing, she must survive the shadows to reclaim her stolen throne. Driven by a thirst for justice and the need to expose his treachery, she prepares to return. The once-loyal mate will soon face the wrath of the wolf he thought he had successfully destroyed.

Action Fantasy Werewolf

9.0

Revenge for Mom: Destroying His Mafia World

9.0

My fiancé, the Underboss of the DeLuca Crime Family, promised he would burn the world down for me. But when my mother was dying in the hospital, he chose a ski trip with another woman. It was that woman's dog that attacked my mother, but when I called him, shaking, he was annoyed. He was in Aspen with Isabella, and I could hear her laughing in the background. He dismissed my mother's injuries as a "minor scrape" and told me not to "make a big deal out of this." While my mother's fever spiked, he ignored my desperate pleas. Instead, my phone lit up with an Instagram post of him and Isabella smiling by a fireplace, sipping hot chocolate. My mother slipped into septic shock. That picture was a public declaration, a judgment on my mother's worth, and my own. A cold fury burned away every last bit of love I had for him. She died at 3:17 a.m. I held her hand until it was cold, then walked out of the hospital and called the one number I was never supposed to use—the number for my father. "She's dead," I said. "I'm coming to Chicago. I'm leaving this life, and I'm going to burn his world to the ground."

Action Mafia Modern

My Husband Tried to Make Her Luna

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