Once The Forsaken Luna, Now His Eternal Obsession
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To save him, I sacrificed my wolf, endured the agony of silver poison, and spent three years trapped in a hollow marriage, living in quiet hardship.
On a stormy night, I lost our child, while he blamed me for ruining the mood at his beloved's banquet. When I asked to sever our bond, he dismissed me and had me locked away, convinced I would never give up my place as Luna.
What he never realized was that I only had months left to live. I forced the bond apart and vanished without a trace.
Only later did he learn the truth, searching every pack in madness for a love I had already buried. "Selena, come back! I'll give you my life."
In the embrace of another Alpha, I smiled. "My love for you has perished with my wolf long ago."
Once The Forsaken Luna, Now His Eternal Obsession Chapter 1
Selena's POV:
Thunder roared outside, crashing against the villa as if it meant to rip the roof apart.
On the cold bathroom floor of the master bedroom, I, Selena White, curled in on myself. Pain tore through my body, forcing me to clutch my stomach as it came in waves. It felt like something inside me pulled apart.
When I lowered my eyes, red spread across the white tiles.
The scent of blood filled the air, heavy and sharp, mixing with the faint trace of my own pheromones.
I was having a miscarriage.
Three years ago, I had lost my wolf. Since then, my body couldn't carry a strong Alpha child.
Even so, I still took the risk.
I thought that if I could give birth, Kael Brooks might show me some care for the baby's sake.
But I lost that gamble.
The small life left my body. There was no movement. No heartbeat. No warmth.
The child was gone.
My hands shook as I picked it up from the blood. It was tiny, barely formed, with faint hair. Even then, Kael's scent was there.
Tears fell onto my hands and mixed with the blood.
"I'm sorry... baby. I'm so sorry..."
I failed to protect it.
My phone lit up at that moment. The ringtone I had set for Kael rang out.
I reached for it and answered with shaking hands.
"Kael," I said, my voice rough. "We lost the baby. Where are you?"
No reply came from Kael.
Instead, loud applause and cheers burst through the phone.
Then a woman's voice followed, soft and clear. "Thank you all for coming to my award ceremony tonight."
It was Aria Smith, the popular actress held dear by everyone in the pack despite being a mere Omega.
Her voice was choked with emotion as she spoke. "There were times I wanted to give up. But I was fortunate because I always had the strongest Alpha behind me. Thank you, Kael. Thank you for staying with me."
Applause followed, mixed with whistles. Voices in the crowd called them a perfect match.
So that was where he was.
While I was losing the child and struggling through the pain, he stood beside another woman.
"Whose call is that?" Kael's voice came through at last, edged with impatience.
"It looks like Selena," Aria replied. "I picked it up, but she didn't say anything. Kael, should we cut the cake now?"
"Yes. Ignore her. Come cut the cake," Kael replied firmly. "It's your day. Don't let anyone ruin it."
The call ended.
Silence filled the bathroom.
"Don't let anyone ruin it..." I repeated and looked at the dark screen, trying to lift the corner of my lips, but I didn't have the strength left.
In his eyes, Aria was the one who needed care, while I was nothing more than someone who forced this bond on him through a family pact.
He didn't even know about the pregnancy.
A few months earlier, I had taken the report to him, hoping to tell him.
He hadn't looked up from his work and had only said, "I'm busy. I don't have time for your reports. If you need money, ask my assistant."
I had hidden the paper behind me back then.
Looking back, that report meant nothing.
Lowering my gaze, I looked at what I held in my hands. It had already lost warmth.
Should I tell my family?
My eyes settled on the contact labeled "Father" on my phone. My finger stayed there for a moment, then I let out a quiet, bitter breath and pulled back. They wouldn't care.
Even though I was their real daughter, lost for over a decade and only brought back a few years ago, I meant nothing to them. In their eyes, I was just someone rough and unrefined, someone they could use to secure ties with the Brooks family and gain what they wanted.
The one they truly valued was Chloe White, the girl who had taken my place.
If they found out I had lost the child, and that my place beside Kael was no longer secure, they would only feel I had failed in my role and disgraced the Crescent Pack.
A long time ago, I had already lost any place I could call home.
"This is better," I whispered, brushing my finger over its small face. "Don't blame me. I'll take you somewhere quiet."
Going to the hospital wasn't an option.
If I stepped inside, they would find out the truth, that I had no wolf.
That truth was something Kael's family couldn't accept to be exposed.
Back then, to save his life, I had gone to a witch and let her transfer the poison from his body to mine.
My wolf had shielded me and absorbed the poison for me.
Holding onto the sink, I forced myself up. My legs shook, and pain spread through me.
I found a wooden box and placed a soft scarf inside it.
Carefully, I put the baby in and closed the lid.
After that, I changed into a long black dress and walked out without shoes, carrying the box.
Rain poured down outside. Water struck my body, cold and sharp. Getting soaked like this would only make things worse for me, but it didn't matter anymore.
I went to the corner of the garden and knelt in the mud. Using my hands, I started digging. My fingers broke open, and blood came out.
I kept going without stopping. I dug, set the box down, and covered it with earth.
At last, I placed a stone over the mound.
Rain soaked through me as I sat there, my eyes fixed on the villa glowing with light in the distance.
A cough tore through me, and dark blood spilled from my mouth. The silver poison had reached my heart.
The witch had warned me that once the black blood appeared, I would only have three months left.
"Three months..."
I watched the rain wash the blood away and let out a quiet, hollow smile.
My life was finally nearing its end.
Kael didn't return that night.
By the following day, the news spread. Aria had taken a drink at the after-party that contained wolfsbane and was sent to the hospital because of an allergic reaction.
Kael stayed with her the entire night, never leaving her side.
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Once The Forsaken Luna, Now His Eternal Obsession of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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9.1
Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
8.6
I woke up choking on rotting air in an alien jungle, surrounded by giant bioluminescent ferns and a three-eyed, armor-plated beast charging straight at me.
Before the monster could tear me apart, I was saved by a squad of men with metallic wings and laser rifles, but my nightmare was just beginning.
When they brought me back to their high-tech military base, every soldier we passed stopped dead, staring at me with a feverish, starving hunger that made my skin crawl.
In the medical wing, a manic doctor bypassed all protocol, pulling out a wicked silver needle to forcibly extract my blood, looking at me not as a patient, but as a winning lottery ticket.
Even their highest-ranking commander, a giant, scarred Admiral, immediately tried to claim me, demanding I be moved into his personal bedroom for "protection."
I didn't understand why I was being treated like a caged miracle, nor why a simple, accidental touch of my hand could bring my winged protector to his knees and silence his feral instincts.
"In the Aethel Empire, there are no females," my protector whispered, his icy blue eyes filled with raw desperation. "You are the only one."
The portal that brought me here was fading, trapping me in a universe of eighty billion shapeshifting Alpha males. Looking at the terrifying devotion in his eyes, I realized my life as an ordinary human was over, and to survive this, I had to tame the beasts.
7.6
I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history.
But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me.
He swam past me.
He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water.
When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl.
"You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home."
Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her.
I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife."
He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps.
He was wrong.
While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room.
I was packing his ring into a cardboard box.
I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead.
By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession.
8.3
On the night of my career-defining art exhibition, I stood completely alone. My husband, Dante Sovrano, the most feared man in Chicago, had promised he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Instead, he was on the evening news.
He was shielding another woman—his ruthless business partner—from a downpour, letting his own thousand-dollar suit get soaked just to protect her. The headline flashed below them, calling their new alliance a "power move" that would reshape the city.
The guests at my gallery immediately began to whisper. Their pitying looks turned my greatest triumph into a public spectacle of humiliation. Then his text arrived, a cold, final confirmation of my place in his life: “Something came up. Isabella needed me. You understand. Business.”
For four years, I had been his possession. A quiet, artistic wife kept in a gilded cage on the top floor of his skyscraper. I poured all my loneliness and heartbreak onto my canvases, but he never truly saw my art. He never truly saw me. He just saw another one of his assets.
My heart didn't break that night. It turned to ice. He hadn't just neglected me; he had erased me.
So the next morning, I walked into his office and handed him a stack of gallery contracts.
He barely glanced up, annoyed at the interruption to his empire-building. He snatched the pen and signed on the line I’d marked.
He didn’t know the page tucked directly underneath was our divorce decree.
He had just signed away his wife like she was nothing more than an invoice for art supplies.
7.3
Ten years ago, I was banished from my pack, branded a whore and a traitor for allegedly drugging and stealing my sister's fated mate.
Now, I was summoned back because my father, the Alpha who disowned me, was dying from a poisoned attack.
Standing by his deathbed, a locked memory finally surfaced—I didn't drug anyone. My husband and I were both victims, poisoned with wolfsbane to force our mating.
But before my father could reveal who orchestrated the setup, his heart monitor flatlined.
My brother instantly shoved me to the ground, pointing a trembling finger at my face.
"You killed him. I will hunt you, I will break you, and I will make your life a living hell."
Even my husband, Kieran, the man I was forced to marry to save our unborn child, walked right past me in the hospital corridor.
He didn't spare me a single glance, choosing instead to gently comfort my mother while I sat bruised and shattered on the cold floor.
I didn't understand why my own family hated me so blindly, and I understood even less who had framed me a decade ago.
What terrified my father so much in his final moments that he couldn't even speak the culprit's name?
Watching my cold husband walk away with the family that abandoned me, the last shred of my naive hope died.
I wiped my tears and stood up. This time, I was going to tear this pack apart to find the truth.
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
