Once The Forsaken Luna, Now His Eternal Obsession
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."
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Chapter 6
Selena's POV:
Behind the mask, I fixed my gaze on Mason, the whole situation feeling ridiculous.
Kael wanted to talk to me? Did he really think he could pressure me into handing over the Moonlight Grass, either with money or threats?
"No time," I said sharply, already moving to pass him.
"Why hurry off when you've just arrived?"
A low, familiar voice sounded from behind me.
Out of the shadows, Kael stepped forward.
Without hesitation, Mason moved aside, lowering his head in respect.
Stopping right in front of me, Kael towered over me as he spoke. "One hundred million."
A slow breath left him as smoke curled from his lips, drifting against my mask. "I didn't expect you to have that kind of cash."
Had he already figured out who I was?
Masking my scent had never been my strength, not like those rogue wolves, especially with no wolf to rely on.
I kept the mask on. "I paid for that herb. It's mine."
A short, mocking laugh escaped Kael. In the next second, his hand shot out and tore the golden mask from my face.
The mask dropped onto the carpet with a muted sound.
Recognition flashed briefly across Kael's eyes when he saw me, but it faded just as fast, replaced by cold contempt.
"So it's really you."
A crushing wave of Alpha pressure dropped onto me, heavy enough to make it hard to breathe. "You disappeared for a week, and this is what you do? Come here and compete with me for the herb? Selena, I can't make sense of you anymore. Where did that money come from?"
Before I could react, his hand locked around my wrist, the force sharp enough to bruise. "You left the black card behind on purpose, trying to make me think you had nothing. Meanwhile, you were already moving the family assets behind my back."
Watching him speak with such certainty, I almost laughed at how absurd he sounded.
To him, I was nothing more than someone driven by greed.
"Kael, you really do have quite the imagination," I said, my voice turning cold. "I earned the money on my own. It has nothing to do with you or the Golden Moon Pack."
"You earned the money?" Kael's gaze darkened instantly. "How? Don't tell me you sold your body."
Suddenly, the sharp crack of the slap rang through the corridor.
My hand stung as I pulled it back, while Kael's face turned to the side from the impact.
Standing nearby, Mason froze, barely daring to breathe. No one had ever struck an Alpha like that before.
Slowly, Kael turned his head back toward me.
Blood touched the corner of his lips, and he dragged his tongue across it. In an instant, his dark pupils shifted into a blazing gold.
That color meant his wolf was about to lose control.
"You think you can lay a hand on me?" he said, his voice dropping into something rough and dangerous, like a beast ready to snap.
Without warning, he drove me back against the wall.
His Alpha scent closed in around me, thick and suffocating. Then, all at once, he stopped moving.
Lowering his head, he hovered near my neck, breathing in sharply as if trying to confirm something he couldn't believe.
The next second, his expression twisted, anger flashing violently in his eyes.
"Who does this scent belong to?" he demanded through clenched teeth. "Why do you smell like another man?"
It was Damon.
For the past week, I had been inside his territory, and just moments ago, I had walked in beside him.
A werewolf could never mistake a scent.
"That's none of your concern." I shoved at Kael, trying to create distance. "What I do has nothing to do with you."
"Nothing to do with me?" Kael snapped, his anger breaking through all restraint. "Until that bond is properly ended, you're still my Luna! And you think you can walk around carrying another Alpha's scent like that?"
Without warning, he dipped his head, clearly intending to overwrite Damon's scent with his own.
The way he moved made my stomach churn.
Somewhere, strength surged through me. I lifted my knee and drove it straight into his abdomen without holding back.
A low, hurt sound came from Kael, and his grip eased instantly.
Using that opening, I stepped back quickly, widening the space between us.
"Alpha, try showing some dignity." With steady hands, I adjusted my disheveled collar, my gaze turning cold. "I already gave back your Luna ring. I signed the Rejection. The second you chose Aria, whatever we had ended. And one more thing."
I tilted my head toward the hall not far from us. "Your companion is watching."
Caught off guard, Kael stiffened and turned to look.
At the far end of the hallway, Aria stood there.
Dressed in a pristine white lace gown, she held a champagne glass, looking almost unreal, like something too perfect to belong in this world.
Yet the expression on her face now was anything but graceful.
Shock flickered across her face, mixed with a trace of panic she couldn't quite hide.
The moment Kael's attention landed on her, she shifted instantly, putting on a different expression as she lifted her skirt and hurried over.
"Kael?" she called softly, slipping her arm around his and pressing close to him like she was staking her claim.
After that, she tilted her head toward me, those wide, glistening eyes fixed in place.
"Selena?" She brought a hand to her lips, letting out a dramatic gasp. "Oh my God, it's really you! What are you wearing?"
Her eyes moved slowly over my bare shoulders and exposed legs, the disdain in her gaze impossible to miss. "Back then, you barely even spoke above a whisper, and you always dressed so modestly. How did you end up like this after only a few days away?"
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7.7
Not only was I drugged, blinded and assaulted. I was deceived into carrying a baby by a stranger I never knew. Then he appeared and took my child away.
I was sent to a militia by the father of my child. I thought I was rescued but I was recruited to be a weapon for killing. Who was manipulating me, I didn't know. The answers were far from what I knew.
Forced to blend into the world that I could never believe I would be to, a place where brutality reigned, kill or be killed was the only language. I have survived but he has to pay for everything he did to me, because I believed every phase of my life was set by him and him alone. Have I really survived?
Who would have thought, he existed twice in the same world? Do I really know who I should take revenge on? Him or the person I would sacrifice everything for?
Was my mother the one who orchestrated everything? What kind of pawn am I?
7.9
Allyson was the most hated actress in Hollywood, forced to wear a cheap, tearing gown after America's sweetheart, Joanne, stole her S-tier role.
During a red carpet disaster, Allyson tripped and fell—straight into the arms of the untouchable megastar, Byron Estes.
The internet exploded, accusing Allyson of faking the fall to seduce him. Drowning in bad press and desperate to pay her agency's termination fee, she signed a reality TV contract. She was forced to play the desperate, clingy villain, acting as a pathetic stepping stone for Joanne and Byron's highly anticipated on-screen romance.
"You could throw yourself at Byron a hundred times, and you'd still never make it into his bed," Joanne mocked.
What Joanne and the furious public didn't know was that three years ago, when Byron was in a horrific crash, Joanne had abandoned him. It was Allyson who stayed.
Even more absurd? Allyson and Byron were actually secretly married, bound by a multi-million dollar NDA.
Determined to play her villainous role and get paid, Allyson memorized a book of cringe-inducing pickup lines, ready to disgust her secret husband on live television.
"The stars are in the sky. But you... are in my heart."
She expected the ice-cold superstar to push her away in disgust. Instead, when another male guest got too close to her, Byron completely shattered his untouchable facade, his eyes burning with a lethal, undeniable possessiveness that sent the internet into absolute chaos.
9.0
My fiancé, Connor, and I had a one-year pact. I'd work undercover as a junior developer in the company we co-founded, while he, the CEO, built our empire.
The pact ended the day he ordered me to apologize to the woman who was systematically destroying my life.
It happened during his most important investor pitch. He was on video call when he demanded I publicly humiliate myself for his "special guest," Jaden. This was after she'd already scalded my hand with hot coffee and faced zero consequences.
He chose her. In front of everyone, he chose a manipulative bully over our company's integrity, our employees' dignity, and me, his fiancée.
His eyes on the screen demanded my submission.
"Apologize to Jaden. Now."
I took a step forward, held up my burned hand for the camera, and made a call of my own.
"Dad," I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "It's time to dissolve the partnership."
8.0
Abigayle was the proud heir to the Pena Group, living a perfect life and engaged to Jeffery Sullivan.
But the morning after a charity gala, she woke up drugged in a hotel room, blinded by paparazzi cameras. Her fiancé and her best friend stood at the foot of the bed, throwing a forged pregnancy report at her face to publicly frame her for cheating.
The betrayal was only the beginning of the slaughter. Before she could even clear her name, the Sullivan family ruthlessly bankrupted her family's company overnight. Her father was rushed to the ICU with a heart attack, her brother was run off the road into a coma, and violent repo men raided her penthouse. Just as she was thrown out into the freezing rain, Jeffery's terrifying uncle, Donovan Sullivan—the very mastermind who engineered her family's ruin—stepped in. He offered to cover the life-saving medical bills, but only if she agreed to become his personal plaything.
Abigayle's blood turned to ice. She couldn't understand how the people she trusted most could plot such a vicious, coordinated destruction just to break an engagement. How dared the man who destroyed her entire family stand there playing the savior, trying to buy her body with her own stolen wealth?
Facing a $100,000 hospital deadline and abandoned by everyone she knew, she didn't shed another tear.
"I will never beg him."
Clutching her last diamond bracelet, she hailed a cab straight to the biggest pawnshop in the Diamond District. The Sullivans thought they had buried her, but her counterattack was just beginning.
7.5
I was the supreme architect of reality. Now I'm trapped in a womb with my twin brother Jaden, and he's already trying to kill me.
Born with a Void Lord core, Jaden is a gluttonous black hole that started draining my life force before I even had eyelids. Unfortunately for him, my ancient soul came with me. I crushed his consciousness, chained his dark power, and established the only rule that matters: Sister is God.
Three years later, he's a whimpering, chocolate-donut-obsessed mess who cries when I threaten to cancel snack time. I've got a demonic shadow bird enforcing my orders and a mother who has no idea her adorable daughter is secretly terrifying.
But when assassins hunting my family corner us in the forest, I have to stop playing cute. They see a toddler in pink overalls. I show them what an architect of reality looks like.
My twin is a Void Lord destined to consume worlds. He still flinches when I raise an eyebrow. Some hierarchies are eternal.
9.4
Aria Mcgee was the unwanted second daughter of a decaying Long Island family.
To save their bankrupt corporation, her father and older sister drugged her. They shoved her into a town car and delivered her to a ruthless Wall Street billionaire's bed like a piece of meat.
They expected her to be the perfect sacrifice. The original Aria had no access to her own trust fund and was forced to live in a windowless broom closet. Even worse, a cold, synthetic System voice echoed in her skull, demanding she play the tragic, helpless female lead. It ordered her to endure her family's abuse and suffer the billionaire's humiliation to force a pathetic romance plotline.
"Host must follow the tragic trajectory and achieve the ultimate painful romance."
But the soul that woke up in that bed wasn't a weak, frightened girl. She was a dead Hollywood Oscar-winning actress. Why would a top-tier professional ever agree to play the weeping victim in such a garbage, B-list script?
Instead of trembling in fear as the System commanded, Aria looked at the billionaire and smiled. Using her flawless acting skills, she shattered his ego, extracted a hundred thousand dollars, and walked right out the door. Now, she was heading back to the Mcgee estate, ready to rip her money from her father's greedy hands and burn her sister's life to the ground.