Out Of The Shadows; Rise Of The Fierce Luna
Alyssa wanted just one thing in life, to be loved by her family and her mate but after a near-death experience, she realized they don't care about her and they never will. Her family disowned her and banished her from the pack, her mate rejected her and mated with her sister who set her up and almost got her killed.
"They hate me for no reason! They don't want me and now I am going to show them! I am going to make them regret ever being mean to me."
Determined to make those who hate and want her dead pay, she goes on a journey of self-discovery with the help of Jace Carter, a powerful alpha who at first just wanted to use Alyssa to get revenge on the Dark Blood pack for what they did to his sister but found himself drawn to her.
"Be my Luna and I will stand by you and make those who hurt you pay."
His offer was too tempting for Alyssa to say no even though she knew better than to trust Jace especially because of the feud that started between their packs after one of her brothers hurt his sister.
"The enemy of my enemies is my friend,"
Alyssa is determined and nothing can stop her. With the power that comes with being Luna of the Wildheart pack, her full potential is finally unleashed! Healer? Seer? Mind reader? She got powers that she didn't even know of and one by one, she discovers them.
Now her family and pack want her. "Alyssa, you are a member of this pack, you have to come back to the Dark Blood pack."
Too late...
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Chapter 6
Alyssa
"Are you sure that you don't want me to come with you?"
Jace has asked me the same question over and over again and my answer hasn't changed. I don't want him there for many reasons and he can't make me change my mind.
"I believe I have already answered that question before and my answer isn't going to change."
I told him and walked past him. Last night, I barely slept. I stayed awake having second thoughts of whether I should go to the Dark Moon pack or just let the amulet go but then I realized that I was once again trying to cd the bigger person.
I already told myself that I won't be the bigger person anymore.
I refuse to let them take what's mine so that's why I am going there.
"Okay, but please call me if anything goes wrong."
I waved the new phone he got me at him and bowed politely because I didn't want to appear rude and unappreciative of the things he has done for me.
He got me a new car, gave me a big room in his house, and gave me the Luna position.
I still have to take Luna lessons but I am sure I will ace it. Not to brag but I am good at studying.
The drive to the Dark Moon pack took about an hour and when I arrived at the entrance, I came down from the car.
Surprisingly, none of the deltas at the entrance stopped me.
I thought they wouldn't let me in but like they always do, they just ignored me.
The walk to my family's house within the pack took an extra five minutes but I didn't mind.
When I got to the entrance, I heard voices and laughter.
I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat when I heard the laughter.
They were laughing as if nothing had happened after all they did to me. They really don't care about me. I shook off the sadness and pushed the front door open without knocking.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
I ignored the words of my second-oldest brother. He is the one who hates me the most. He blames me for everything and I used to pray and wish that he would care for me but not anymore.
"I am here to see father!"
I declared after looking around and seeing no sign of the man who stole from me.
All four older brothers were in the living room with Ryan who was supposed to be my mate. Ryan didn't even acknowledge me. It hurt but I brushed the pain off.
They were drinking as if they had something to celebrate.
"Father already told you that you are not welcome here! Who let you in here?"
The youngest of my brothers let out. Usually, I would be polite and even bow my head when they speak but not anymore, I stood my ground and met their eyes.
"I don't want to be here either! I am here because your father stole from me and I want what he took from me back!"
I declared. I felt satisfied by how bold and confident my voice sounded.
"You can't meet him because you are not welcome here! Leave now."
I ignored the words of my oldest brother. Wait, why am I even still calling them my brothers when they are nothing but strangers to me now?
I walked past them and expected them to drag me back or something but they didn't.
"Get back here!"
The oldest one called out again but I didn't listen. I rounded the corner that leads to the secondary living room where I know the head of the house always sits and there he was.
He must have heard the commotion but he pretended not to hear.
"Give me back my amulet!"
I let out as soon as I got to him. I didn't see the point in being polite with him. He shamelessly stole from me.
If I didn't hate him before, I definitely hate him now.
"Where are your manners? You can't greet me?"
He roared in anger. Before, that would have scared me but not anymore! I don't fear him anymore!
"Manners you say? I think you are the one without manners! You shamelessly stole from me! Give me my amulet, Mr., and I will be out of your face for good!"
I know I am being rude but who cares? If I don't act like this? They will just push me around.
"I thought you came because you have finally come to your senses and you are finally ready to apologize to my princess."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes when he called Sasha his princess. If only he were aware of just how terrible Sasha really is.
But Sasha is good at playing victim and acting like a good girl in front of them while being the vilest person I have ever met.
"I am not here to apologize to your princess! I am here to take back what's mine! Give me back what you took from me!"
I fired at him.
"How could you be so cruel to me? Don't you feel the least bit of guilt for what you did? I am your biological daughter yet you left me to die and when I didn't die, you disowned me! You favor your adopted daughter over me who is your flesh and blood!"
The words just poured out of my mouth. I had no control because I felt so wronged by him.
"You are not my daughter! You stopped being my daughter the day you got kidnapped! You are a rogue who I should never have let into the Dark Moon pack! It wasn't for my mother, you would never have been allowed in."
I wasn't even surprised to find out that my grandmother is the reason I was even allowed to be part of the Dark Moon pack.
Once she passed away, they turned on me. I opened my mouth to rebuke my father again but before I could speak, someone else walked into the living room.
"Alyssa! You are back."
Sasha cried out as she ran to me and pulled me into a hug like we were old-time friends.
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8.2
At my ten-week ultrasound, I was supposed to be celebrating the future of the Falcone family. I was Isabella Falcone, wife to the most powerful Don in the south.
But when the nurse called my name, the man who stood up beside his pregnant mistress was my husband.
In the sterile silence of that waiting room, he chose her. He later confessed he was being blackmailed by her family-a weakness that was a death sentence in our world. That night, he moved his mistress into our home, into my bedroom, and locked me away like a prisoner in the staff quarters. He wasn't imprisoning his wife; he was guarding an asset. He needed the legitimate heir I carried to save his crumbling empire.
His betrayal was absolute when his own mother and my adoptive parents arrived while he was away. They forced me to sign divorce papers, then told me they were taking me to a clinic. His mother pulled out a gun and pointed not at my head, but at my stomach.
"We're terminating this complication," she said coldly.
As they dragged me from the house, my world went dark. But through the haze, I saw a fleet of black cars blocking the gate. An army of men poured out, led by a face I had only ever seen in a photograph. Days earlier, locked in my room, I made a single phone call to the only man more powerful than my husband: my biological father, the head of the Chicago Outfit. And he had come to collect his daughter.
8.6
I found the instruction manual for my own abandonment on a dark web forum while my husband scrubbed the scent of another woman from his skin in the bathroom.
The thread was titled "Burden Disposal Strategies."
The user, RatKing88, asked a simple question:
"How do I dump a loyal wife without triggering a war with the old guard? My parents love her more than me."
The replies were brutal. They suggested faking a dangerous mission, forcing a paper divorce for 'asset protection,' and then disappearing with the cash.
Moments later, Luca walked out of the bathroom smelling of cheap vanilla perfume and panic.
He grabbed my hands, his palms sweating, and spun a clumsy lie about a "Code Red" mission in Sicily.
"It is going to be a bloodbath, Sienna," he whispered, his eyes wide with manic energy. "We need to divorce on paper. It is the only way to protect you from the vendettas."
I felt a cold rage settle in my gut.
He wasn't a soldier going to war. He was a rat running off with his mistress and the family savings, leaving his stroke-ridden father and our daughter with nothing.
He planned to wait for his parents to die so he could return for the inheritance.
He thought I was just a naive, caged canary who would wait forever.
But he forgot that canaries are the first to smell poison in the air.
I didn't scream. I didn't expose him.
Instead, I looked him in the eye with carefully manufactured sorrow and signed the papers.
He thought he was escaping to freedom with a bag full of stolen cash.
He didn't realize he had just voluntarily abdicated his throne.
And I was going to take it.
9.3
I was the Mafia Princess of the Wolfe family, engaged to Daniel Marino to unite our powerful syndicates.
But during a hit at a speakeasy, we were both gunned down.
As my chest was torn apart by a Tommy gun, I looked at my fiancé, expecting him to reach for me.
Instead, there was no despair in his eyes, only a twisted, selfish terror.
We both died on that floor, but the devil sent us back to the day of my hospital discharge.
Instead of finalizing our wedding, Daniel stormed into my father’s study.
"I won't marry Isabella. I want Celine."
He demanded to break our engagement, claiming he wouldn't be collateral damage in a Wolfe family war, and declared his true love for my sweet, orphaned adopted sister.
He thought shedding me would save his life, completely unaware that the assassination was orchestrated by his precious Celine.
In my past life, I didn't know she was a rat who sold our patrol routes to rivals and plotted my murder just to take my place.
If I hadn't died once, I would have believed her manufactured tears and comforted her.
But this time, I remembered everything.
I buried the vengeful woman I had become and let my face pale as I pushed open the heavy oak doors.
"Daniel? You... you want Celine?" I whispered, forcing a heartbroken tear to fall.
This time, I would play the fragile victim, just so I could orchestrate their absolute ruin.
9.6
She came to St. Jude's to be invisible.
He made that impossible.
Elara Vance doesn't speak. Not because she can't, because the world stopped being safe enough to speak to. She's brilliant, she's careful, and she has survived worse than an elite private school full of students who treat cruelty like a sport.
She just needs two semesters. That's all.
Julian Reed was supposed to be background noise. The soccer star. The golden boy. The one everyone watches and no one really knows. She was not supposed to catch his attention. He was not supposed to keep hers.
But when Julian steps in to help her and accidentally paints a target on her back, Elara discovers that some enemies don't just want to win. They want to destroy. And some protectors don't know when to stop.
She doesn't need saving.
She needs to get through senior year without falling apart.
She's failing at both.
Enemies in the hallway. Secrets in the group chat. A stepmother at home who calls it honesty when she cuts. And a boy in the front row who keeps sliding notes backward and saying things like I pay what I owe like he actually means it.
Elara has one rule: don't let anyone in.
Julian Reed is very bad for her rules.
7.1
I never wanted any part in this. But I have no choice. With a deep sigh, I force down an invisible lump in my throat, looking up at the priest.
I press my fingers tighter into the flower I am holding, hoping it hides how much I am shaking. Dreading the words the priest is about to utter.
"Do you, Ariella Cecilia Boone, take Dermos Salvatore to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest asks.
I blink.
I badly want to say it, badly want to scream that I am not Ariella Cecilia Boone.
My lips tremble as I force the truth down my throat, "Yes, I do." I murmur, my voice a little over a whisper.
~~~~
Ariel Hannah Boone didn't know what life had in store for her when she woke up on her twin sister's wedding day, only to find out her sister had run away.
She went into panic when her mother insisted she take her place because Dermos Salvatore was no man to joke with.
Dermos was the most feared Don in the whole of Sicily, one who killed without care. A blood thirsty murderer with no remorse.
In an attempt to save her family from his wrath, she takes her sister's place at the wedding.
Pain, suffering, and betrayal are all she knows the moment she became his. Secrets begin to unveil as she realises her family isn't what it seems.
And when whispers of her sister's disappearance reach her, she finds out the truth.
He never wanted Ariella; it had always been her.
Ariel has to choose between a love built on lies or betraying her sister and family.
She was his bride, and he was her prison, yet he would never let her go.
8.3
I stood at the altar of St. Patrick's Cathedral, the daughter of New York’s most feared Don, ready to lower myself to marry a common soldier.
Then, a toddler in the front pew shrieked, "Daddy."
Liam didn't squeeze my hand for reassurance. He dropped it like it was a branding iron. In front of five hundred of the criminal elite, he ran down the aisle, scooping up his secret child and the mistress who had been blackmailing him.
He left me standing there, humiliated and alone.
Three months later, the "Jilted Princess" title still clung to me. Yet, Liam had the audacity to bring her to my father's birthday gala.
Sarah, wearing a dress far too tight and a smug smile, cornered me in the middle of the ballroom. She wanted to twist the knife.
"He hates you, you know," she screamed, loud enough for the Dons and Capos to hear. "He says sleeping with you was like sleeping with a statue. He chose real love! He chose a family!"
The room went deathly silent. Liam looked at me with pity, thinking he had won. He thought I was broken. He thought I was alone.
I took a slow sip of my champagne and set the glass down.
"I am not alone, Sarah," I said calmly.
I turned toward the shadows near the entrance.
"Ethan?" I called out.
The crowd parted instantly for the scarred, lethal man who stepped forward—The Ghost of Chicago, the most feared Underboss in Europe.
He walked over and wrapped a heavy, possessive arm around my waist.
"I’d like you to meet my husband," I told a horrified Liam. "And our daughter is waiting upstairs."