Second Chance Of The Luna
Aldan Anabelle was destined to be a luna, beautiful, talented and heir of the great Kam kingdom. Everything was perfect, until one faithful night, her parents died in a fatal accident. Planned by an unknown clan, set up by her uncle Raven. After the death of her parents, life turned into a nightmare, uncle molested and maltreated her.
To protect her father's legacy, she's sent to leave with her fated mate for 5yrs, the only way to get her legacy was if she could break his stone heart. Alpha Roman, a cold-hearted heir of Fangspire pack, vowed never to love because of his stepmother's maltreatment. Within 5 years, he fell in love with her.... after a long time of tormenting her. Their worlds merge, their hearts ignite and their bond becomes unbreakable.
Not until she was kidnapped, did everything go sour. Her fashion show trips became a trap for taking her blood. To prevent the prophecy from coming through, her uncle planned her death. But unknown to them, nobody was found. Anabelle never died that day. She rises from the ashes under a new name. A powerful businesswoman whose internal desire was filled with revenge.
When fate pushes them together again, they stand on opposite sides of destiny.
Driven by misunderstanding and anger toward each other.
Love. Betrayal. Revenge
A Luna who returns from ashes to regain her throne, legacy.
And a mate, who would destroy the kingdom to earn her forgiveness.
"Would she be able to defeat her uncle plots?" and win the heart of the cold hearted Alpha.
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Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Anabelle Pov
"Anabelle... what am I hearing, my lady?"
"The council has made their final verdict, and you are being sent to Alpha Roman." Mira, my maid, voiced out.
"My lady, why did you allow it...?" she signaled.
"You've always been strong and bold, but now you allow them to sell you like a puppet."
"Fangspire is not just a pack but a mighty kingdom. Anything that goes there never comes back, and if it does, it is never brought back the same." She winked.
I didn't respond, my throat was tightened and swallowed by the truth I was running from.
"Mira, my father's legacy comes before anything. He entrusted everything to me. I can't just sit and watch everything taken away." I voiced out.
"I will be fine, dear and please take care of the house while I'm gone."
"Anabelle... I'm going to miss you," she cried out, and they embraced each other.
"Where's Anabelle," a voice echoed in the mansion!
"Mira, go back to your station." Uncle Raven is coming, and I don't want him to see you closely with me.
Mira leaves the door immediately leaving me behind the wall to face his cruelty.
"Anabelle, where are you? This stubborn curse of my brother." He said.
"Uncle, I'm in my room," I replied with my voice shaking.
He entered the room, as if it were his, and everywhere was ravaging around him.
"Anabelle, this is the last time I will be seeing you because it's either you come back as a slave or you become their slave anyway." He laughed.
"But my dear daughter, before you go, you know the usual..." He smirked.
Immediately he said that, my stomach tightened. Reflection of his maltreatment towards me limped through me.
"Please, Uncle not today. You've done what you want, please let me live normally." I cried out.
"That's not possible, my Child. I would miss having you near," He laughed out.
"Immediately, he came closer and pinned my cheek down."
"Uncle that hurt," I shouted.
"Not as you've suffered me, this few years." He smirked.
"Anabelle you have to look so good before dawn, you won't be given like who is suffering to the fangspire." He smirked.
With my cheek burning, I managed to stand up. My inner wolf is burning from this maltreatment.
A life where I would be used as an object by both my uncle and my mate.
I arranged myself immediately...
"Mira come here," Raven ordered.
"You have to prepare her to look very good, we can't be offering an ugly piece to the powerful kingdom." He said.
And you guys have to be fast, you leave at dawn.
"Mira immediately came to hug Anabelle, both sobbing!"
"My lady, don't you think it's time to run from all this?" Mira gripped my hand.
"I can't mira,that's what my uncle wants, he's suffering me so I can leave my father's legacy behind."
I won't give him that benefit of doubt...
"My lady, your parents would never want this; they would never be happy to see what their only child suffers."
"And what will they do? Fight the council, challenge my uncle or change my story. But no, they're gone and never coming back," she cried out.
"They left a very smart lady, someone that would win the world." Mira smiled.
I smiled lightly, the smart daughter they left can't win the heart of the Kingdom.
"I trust you can my future Luna," Mira laughed and hugged her tightly.
"Okay, enough. Let's pack your things before Raven comes. Let's show how pretty my future Luna looks." She pushed me lightly.
I hugged her tightly., I would surely miss my personal maid Mira.
"Thanks alot, Mira."
After she left, I couldn't breathe; the reflection of everything overwhelmed me. Memories flash of my father teaching me about the history of the Kam kingdom, to my mom teaching me how to carve out a design.
Everything felt unbreakable, but now my all life is shattered.
I really missed my parents, I sobbed.
A sudden knock woke me up, and I was just as if morning came so fast, it was as if even the world was against me.
The knock became louder...enough to block my ear.
Immediately I stood up to open it.
My expression changed instantly, "Uncle Raven, why this early?"
"Don't question me, not in my house nor my kingdom. My command rules the world, and you are not an exception, darling." He smirked his lips.
"I just received a message from the captain of the Fangspire Pack. They're coming in less than three hours. I hope you are prepared for what is coming," He smirked.
"My dear niece, you would manage as usual," he touched my cheek lightly. Acting like he was a nice person, my stomach cringed from his deceit.
How thoughtful of you to update me, I said with my face blank.
"I promise to get everything you are in control of, from my father's business to the kingdom. Nothing would be yours."
And when I'm back, you will know I'm the bloodline of Aiden.
Something strange showed on his face, a hint of fear!
Immediately he left the room, banging the door on me!
She stumbled, and she took a deep breath. Glancing at the room, she made her way from her artist area to the bathroom and then her wardrobe. One thing is for sure, I would surely leave with this memory no matter what happens.
After a long moment of adoring them, she flicked the curtain apart, viewing the sky closely.
The border of the Fangspire Kingdom is very far from here, but I could feel the tension and darkness ravaging.
I dashed into the bathroom and after my departure.
"Good morning, my lady," it's time to dress you nicely for your fated mate, perhaps he would fall in love with you, she chuckled.
I smiled lightly.
A line of carved horses moves along the wall of Kam kingdom, moving sequentially. Wolves shadows moving in one order.
The fangspire soldiers have arrived.
A cold shiver went down my spine.
And I would be the outsider stepping into his world.
Just survive. That was the last whisper I could say before they drew closer.
Having a glimpse at the soldiers shows there's much danger waiting for me.
It presents an aura that ravage sorrow, my fate is in the palms of ruthless Alpha.
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9.0
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Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned.
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In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?
9.6
One hundred years ago, the witches cursed every she-wolf to be barren.
It was vengeance for their slain matriarch. It was meant to end the war. Instead, it nearly ended the werewolf race.
Werewolves were forced to interbreed with humans to survive, and the once-proud kingdoms fractured. Only one bloodline remained untouched by the curse, the ancient Lycans of Lupenreich, protected by powerful shamanic magic. Coveted by werewolves, hunted by witches, despised by vampires, the Lycans became both salvation and threat.
And now, only one true heir remains...
Sybil von Rosen was never meant to grow up among humans. Born a Lycan princess through a human surrogate, she was stolen from the castle as an infant by the very woman meant to nurse her, a woman who turned out to be a witch.
Hidden beneath a powerful spell that caged her wolf and erased her scent from the supernatural world, Sybil was raised knowing exactly who she was... and exactly what she had been bred for.
A womb. A crown. Her bloodline's legacy.
But Sybil was never meant to be a broodmare queen.
She grew up human with the strength and senses of a shewolf and the magic of the witches, which got transferred to her while she was still in the womb of her surrogate.
She's strong, intelligent, disciplined, and lethal. An MMA champion. A combat instructor for a private military contractor. A woman who learned to fight before she ever learned to howl.
When the magic of her witch mother begins to fade, and the werewolf King finally tracks them down, Sybil is summoned back to a kingdom that remembers her only as its missing heir.
Betrayed by her hybrid fiancé, who abandoned her to marry the princess of their kingdom, Sybil made a decision that will shake three kingdoms.
She returned. Not for love. Not for duty. For revenge...
But the throne comes with chains.
Instead of marrying one Alpha, she is bound to four-the Alpha Guardians of Lupenreich. Ruthless. Powerful. Pureblood. Feared across kingdoms. And fate claims they are her mates.
There's only one problem.
Sybil cannot feel her wolf, for it was caged deep within her soul. She cannot smell her mates. She is a Lycan princess trapped in a wolfless body.
While her four Alphas believe they are claiming their future Luna and Queen, Sybil is already planning something far more dangerous.
She will not stand beside a king.
She will not be used to breed to secure bloodlines.
And she certainly will not be ruled.
If the kingdom wants a queen... They're about to kneel to a rebel queen.
Because Sybil von Rosen is not an ordinary Luna.
She is the last Lycan heir. The forbidden daughter of witches. The mate of four Alpha Guardians.
And she intends to take the throne for herself and will bow to no one.
7.6
I was kneeling on the cold concrete of an abandoned warehouse, staring at a ticking timer while a masked man held a knife to my throat. My fiancé's nephew, Preston, finally burst through the door, but he wasn't alone. He was clutching my stepsister, Felicia, both of them looking frantic.
The kidnapper gave Preston a brutal choice: the bomb was rigged to the door, and he could only take one woman with him. The other would stay behind to burn.
Without a single second of hesitation, Preston grabbed Felicia's hand and turned his back on me.
"I'm sorry, Annelise," he said, his voice flat and devoid of any real regret.
He slammed the heavy iron door shut, leaving me to scream in the darkness as the flames began to roar. He didn't just leave me to die; he did it to protect his inheritance, treating me like a piece of trash that was finally being cleared from his path.
Later, in the hospital, he didn't even offer an apology. Instead, he raised his hand to strike me, threatening to finish what the fire started if I dared to speak a word about his cowardice. His stepsister laughed, trying to pour scalding coffee on my face while calling me a pathetic loser who should have stayed in the warehouse.
I sat there, cowering and shaking like a broken girl, letting them believe they had won. I watched their cruelty with wide, watery eyes, wondering how they could be so blind to the monster they were provoking.
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Now, I've successfully moved into the manor of the real king-his uncle, Francesco Lancaster. He thinks he's rescued a wounded bird, but he's actually invited a world-class predator into his home. The game is no longer about survival; it's about total destruction.
8.7
The world was a symphony of agony, played on the strings of my own body. I was tied to a chair in a damp basement, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth as my fingernails were ripped from their beds by a pair of rusty pliers.
My best friend, Corrine, stepped into the flickering light wearing my favorite Chanel suit and the engagement ring that was supposed to be mine. Beside her, my fiancé Aldo held the pliers, his voice smooth and cultured as he demanded I sign over my entire inheritance to them.
As I struggled, a news report flashed on an old TV in the corner: Hunter Gallagher, the man I had treated like dirt but who had always tried to protect me, was dead in a horrific car explosion. Corrine laughed, whispering in my ear that they had lured him to his death using a fake kidnapping tip. He died trying to save me from a trap set by the people I trusted most.
They didn't just want my money; they wanted to erase me. They plunged a needle full of heroin into my neck, watching with cold, mocking eyes as my heart hammered against my ribs and finally seized into nothingness.
I died in that basement, a blind, spoiled girl who had let her true protector be murdered. As the darkness closed in, my soul burned with a single, silent vow: If I ever get another life, I will drag you both to hell with me.
Suddenly, I gasped for air, my lungs fighting against a weight that wasn't there. I wasn't in the basement; I was in my own bed, my fingernails intact and my skin unbroken. I checked my phone, and my heart stopped—it was May 20th, exactly one year before my death. Hunter was still alive, and this time, I wasn't the prey.
8.2
One night was supposed to be her escape. After catching her ex-boyfriend in the arms of her treacherous stepsister on her twenty-first birthday, Valerie sought the only mercy she could find: the numbing sting of alcohol. But the morning brought no peace-only a shattered spirit, a body marked by a stranger, and a memory wiped clean against her will.
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