Sent to Die: The Defiant Luna's Revenge
Rogues broke into the Pack House, holding a silver knife to my throat while another captive held Brooke, the so-called "Seer."
The Rogue leader gave my Alpha, Harrison, three seconds to choose who lived.
Without hesitation, he commanded, "Save Brooke."
I was gutted with a silver blade and left to bleed out on the carpet while he cradled her.
Miraculously, I survived, only to find he had already replaced me. He claimed Brooke was pregnant with his heir—something he said I, a "defective" Omega who couldn't shift, could never give him.
To protect his reputation and clear the way for his new Luna, he didn't just exile me. He drugged me with Wolfsbane and threw me onto a fishing trawler rigged with explosives.
As the timer ticked down in the dark cargo hold, I finally understood the depth of his cruelty.
Years ago, when I miscarried our actual child alone on the bathroom floor, begging for him through the mind-link, he hadn't just ignored me—he had blocked me to pick up his mistress.
The boat exploded, turning the ocean into fire. Harrison stood on the cliff, watching me burn, satisfied that his problem was gone.
But he forgot that my bloodline doesn't perish in fire.
Six months later, I walked back into the Council Hall.
I wasn't the weak Omega anymore. I was the legendary White Wolf.
And on my arm was the Lycan King—the one man Harrison feared most.
"Hello, Harrison," I smiled.
"I believe you're sitting in my seat."
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Chapter 8
Harrison POV:
The explosion was deafening.
One moment, the boat was bobbing on the gray waves. The next, it was a flower of orange fire and twisted metal.
"No..." The word fell from my lips, quiet and useless.
I had told the Enforcers to take her to the safe house on the island. I told them to scare her. To make her understand she couldn't threaten the Pack.
I didn't order this.
"Ava!" I screamed.
The sound tore from my throat, raw and animalistic.
I didn't think. I didn't care about the Enforcers behind me or Brooke waiting in the car.
I sprinted toward the cliff edge and dove.
The water hit me like concrete. The cold was shocking, but the fire in my chest was worse.
I shifted mid-water, my clothes shredding as my wolf burst forth. I was a strong swimmer, powerful and fast. I kicked toward the wreckage.
Ava! Answer me! Ava!
The mind-link was silent. Just static.
I reached the burning debris. Oil slicked my fur. I dove under, my eyes stinging from the salt and fuel.
Nothing. Just sinking metal and darkness.
Then, it hit me.
The pain.
It started in my heart and radiated outward, shattering my ribs, snapping my spine. It was a physical blow that made me inhale water.
The Bond. The golden thread that had hummed in the back of my mind for six years... it snapped.
It withered and died, leaving a gaping, bleeding hole in my soul.
Gone.
My wolf howled underwater, a sound of pure, bubbling agony. Not because I loved her. But because I had lost something that belonged to me. A resource. A constant. A part of my soul I hadn't realized I needed until it was ripped away.
I thrashed, refusing to believe it. I dove again and again, until my lungs burned and my vision went black.
"Alpha! Alpha, we have to go!"
Hands grabbed my fur. My Enforcers. They had taken a boat out to get me.
They hauled me onto the deck, wet, shivering, and retching up seawater.
"She's gone, sir," the Beta said, his voice trembling. "The explosion... nothing could survive that."
I lay on the deck, staring at the smoke.
"Who?" I choked out. "Who rigged the boat?"
"It looks like Rogue tech, Alpha. Magnesium powder. It was an ambush."
Rogue tech.
I curled into a ball, the emptiness inside me expanding until it swallowed everything.
Six years. She washed my clothes. She managed my schedule. She warmed my bed. She endured my temper.
I never marked her. I never claimed her. I let everyone treat her like trash.
And now she was ash.
The boat docked. I stumbled onto the pier.
Brooke was there. She ran to me, her face a mask of concern.
"Oh, Harry! I saw the fire! Is she...?"
She reached for me. Her scent-vanilla and something cloying-hit me.
For the first time, it didn't smell like comfort. It smelled like a lie.
"Don't touch me," I snarled.
Brooke recoiled, looking hurt. "Harry? I'm just trying to comfort you. She was... troubled. Maybe this was the Goddess's will."
"The Goddess's will?" I turned on her, my eyes wild. "My Mate is dead!"
"She wasn't your Mate!" Brooke shrieked, her mask slipping for a fraction of a second. "I am your Mate! I am carrying your son!"
I looked at her stomach. My heir. The only thing I had left.
But looking at her, I felt nothing but cold revulsion.
I walked past her, toward the empty Pack House. The silence of the house hit me harder than the explosion.
I went to our bedroom. It smelled like bleach and burned rope.
I fell to the bed-the bed where I had tied her up just yesterday-and buried my face in her pillow. It still held a faint trace of her scent. Snowdrops and rain.
"Ava," I whispered into the darkness. "I'm sorry."
But the darkness didn't answer.
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As danger draws closer Bella must not only fight for justice but also uncover the truth behind her sisters death and choose Whether love was meant to survive in a world filled with Wealth, Power, and betrayal.
It was never meant to be love until fate made them collide.
7.1
The last thing I remembered was the blinding flash of my starship crashing. But instead of a rescue crew, I woke up tied to a wooden post, surrounded by hostile beastmen.
My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive.
The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest.
I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman.
But Chelsea wouldn't stop.
She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property.
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8.2
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On the day her ex, Mark, married the wealthy socialite Bella, Elena was thrown out with nothing but the clothes on her back-humiliated, broken, and utterly alone.
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Bella's older brother. Mark's powerful brother-in-law. And the most feared Alpha in the city.
He offered her a hand when no one else would. Then, he offered her a deal:
A marriage in name only. A shield against her past. A chance to rebuild.
Elena accepted, expecting a cold arrangement between strangers. But behind closed doors, Eric's carefully guarded control unraveled-and so did hers. Their chemistry was explosive, their nights intense, and the lines between business and pleasure blurred beyond recognition.
He was the one man she could never have. and the only one she couldn't resist.
But when Mark realizes what he truly lost, and Bella discovers the secret behind her brother's bride, Elena must decide:
Is this just a contract?
Or is this the love she was always meant to fight for?
9.4
Her back hit the wall beside her bathroom. Nowhere left to retreat.
"Mom said I should take care of you." I was standing very close to her and staring down at the swell of her breasts from the top of her robe. I reached out and trailed my hand down her neck, through the center until I pulled the string holding the robe together.
"Stop." She whispered but her expression betrayed her.
I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Why? Give me one good reason and I might."
I bit the curve of her neck, and she threw her head back.
"Because... ahhh..." she moaned. "This is wrong."
"Says who?" I tugged the string, and the robe fell open, leaving her completely bare before me.
I stepped back slowly, staring at her body.
Shit.
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