
The Betrayed Luna Claimed By The Lycan King
Isabella Hart was the faithful Luna of Shadowfang Pack and the gifted healer of the pack. Upon the death of the Alpha's ill mother that was under her care, Isabella anticipated grief. She did not expect betrayal.
Being accused of murder, rejected by her mate, and condemned by the council, Isabella has lost everything in one night. Her own closest friend even testified against her. Being taken to the dungeon when pregnant, the world of Isabella collapsed even more when she was informed that her baby was born dead.
But fate had other plans.
The night before her execution, Lucien, the Lycan king of rogues had raided the pack and captured her. Rather than killing her, he gave her a deal- assist him to destroy the Alpha that betrayed her and he would grant her the revenge that she deserved.
Together, Isabella and Lucien gradually destroyed Shadowfang pack. However, when secrets start to reveal themselves, Isabella finds out the truth regarding her child, her betrayal and the man she believed she knew.
She has now to choose who is her real enemy and who is the real owner of her heart.
Since the Lycan king did not simply take the Alpha Luna's.
He even might have stolen her destiny.
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Chapter 1
Isabella's POV
[Flashback]
"A little more," I said to myself.
The loose soil squashed between my palms as I slowly eased the soil about a bunch of moonleaf herbs. Their green leaves were pale and delicate and stubborn by turns as I touched them. I had grown these plants myself, and I had seen them slowly rooting in the course of the last year.
This garden always was my solitary spot.
Since I was the Luna and healer of Shadowfang Pack, I spent most of my free time here. The plants of this garden were not purely decoration or hobbies. All the leaves and roots and flowers were useful. Some healed wounds. Some lowered fever. Others soothed agitated wolves in their painful transformation.
I dusted my hands, slowly caressing my tummy aso felt a little kick.
A slight smile crept upon my face.
"Hello, baby," I mumbled, rubbing my belly. "I'll go eat soon hm? Sorry for starving you."
The wind passed through the garden with the light smell of herbs and fresh soil. It was peaceful. Too peaceful.
"I wonder what you will be like," I thought to myself. Will you be like your father or like me?
I hesitated and reflected about Adrian.
My mate.
Alpha Adrian Blackwood of Shadowfang Pack.
A weight sunk in my chest.
Our relationship wasn't the typical Alpha and Luna relationship. Adrian was aloof since the night the moon goddess paired us together, I tried to make him warm but that was futile. After his mother fell ill. He had paid most of his attention to how she was treated and when she died he forgot that I existed.
Nevertheless, I had wished that this child would make a difference.
Perhaps, once Adrian met his child first.
Perhaps my life would go be filled with warmth and love.
"Luna Isabella!"
The abrupt voice broke the silence of the garden.
I turned around and looked along the road and beheld a small pack messenger running at my direction. He breathed in an irregular manner and his pose was rigid with impatience.
"Yes?" I asked.
He bowed quickly. "The Pack Council want you to be at the meeting room at once."
I frowned slightly. "The council?"
"Yes, Luna," he replied quickly. "They said it is urgent."
My stomach tightened.
The council seldom summoned anyone without warning, more so not the Luna.
Still, I nodded. "Very well. I'll come."
The walk to the Meeting room was longer than it should have been.
Two guards moved aside and allowed me to go through as I went close to the big wooden doors. Their faces were abnormally grave.
That queer pain in my heart was intensified.
As soon as I got into the hall, I knew that something was terribly wrong.
Elders of the Pack Council were already seated in their usual places. Their looks were hard and unintelligible.
And in the middle of the room was Adrian.
My mate.
Alpha Adrian Blackwood.
His pose was stiff, and his face was void of emotion .
He didn't look at me.
I continued to walk forward and confusion increased.
"Elder Rowan," i said with respect. "You summoned me?"
The eldest member of the council was Elder Rowan, and he stared right at me.
His tone was strong as he talked.
"Isabella Hart, Luna of Shadowfang Pack, and head healer appointed of this territory, thou hast been called here to answer grave charges."
There was a weird shiver in my body.
"Accusations?" I repeated.
The stare of Elder Rowan was hardened.
"You are accused of killing the mother of Alpha, Helena Blackwood."
I was hit by the words as a physical blow.
"What?" I breathed.
I wondered briefly whether I had not heard him right.
"No, no, no," I said hastily.
Another aged man pushed a little box made out of wood on the table.
"Do you recognize this?" he asked.
He opened the box.
Inside were dried herbs.
My heart skipped.
I knew them perfectly well. "My herbs..." I unconsciously muttered.
The elder went on to say that these herbs were found in my personal garden. "Witnesses assert that they were utilized when the Alpha mother was being treated." He said, his eyes never leaving mine.
My voice came out shaky. "Yes, I used herbs. Those were to aid in reducing her pain . They were not harmful."
"Well that is not what our sources could say." The elder said, rudely interrupting me.
Somebody came forward before I could say another word.
Clara Wells.
My best friend.
I was relieved the moment when I saw her face.
Clara would get it all straightened out.
She was fully aware of everything. She had assisted me in picking some of the herbs herself.
"Clara," I said softly.
"Clara wells, restate everything you told me on that fateful day, in front of this council." Elder Rowan said.
Clara looked at me well, and cleared her throat before she started speaking.
"I saw Isabella experiment on the mother of the Alpha," Clara said.
My mind blanked out on the words.
"What?" I whispered.
Clara didn't look at me.
"She had applied herbs and procedures that she was not familiar with during the treatment," Clara went on. "I had told her that those remedies were perilous, but she wished to have a way to achieve immortality or anything like it. She had tried it on the alpha's mother. I tried to stop her, I tried to say the truth, but she threatened me, threatened to kill me and my mother. But now... I can't stay quiet anymore. The alpha's mother deserves Justice and her murderer should not be allowed freedom or rest."
I stared at her.
Pain painfully contracted my chest.
"That's not true," I said quickly. "Clara, you.. why are you saying this?"
Clara dropped her eyes and did not say another word.
My eyes moved to Adrian.
Surely he would utter something.
He knew me.
He was aware that I would never harm his mother.
"Adrian," I said to myself, as I looked up to him.
My voice trembled slightly. "You know I would never do that."
I thought a moment he would look at me. But he didn't. Adrian instead continued to stare at Clara. He refused to meet my eyes. That was worse than any accusation. It seemed that my heart was breaking in my chest.
"I am innocent," I said desperately, and looked back at the elders. "Please, listen to me. I was trying to save her. I would never dare to experiment on the life of a person.
The elders looked at each other in short glances.
Their words were cold, however.
The witness and testimony against you is great, Elder Rowan said. Your activities had caused death to the mother of the Alpha.
"No," I whispered.
My voice barely came out.
He proceeded, after hearing the testimony, to say, the council makes you guilty.
The room appeared to rotate a little.
Guilty?
I could hardly take in the word.
"But..." I tried to speak. "But... I did not even have a decent hearing! How will I be found guilty when this is the first time my charges are being made known to me-"
I was stopped by Elder Rowan who put up his hand. "Such a crime would normally lead to instant execution."
The term execution caught me off my breath.But it seemed he was not done as he continued talking.
"But since you are pregnant for the Alpha." Elder Rowan continued.
A murmur was passing through the room.
"Owing to this," he added, "the council will not punish you, until you have been put to bed."
Two guards came up behind me.
"You shall be locked in the dungeon, till the child is born," Elder Rowan said. "The baby's gender would determine your fate."
My legs felt weak.
Suddenly cold metal straps were clenched around my wrists.
I gasped softly.
"Take her away," Elder Rowan said.
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8.5
"Oh. God, Eli, please! I'm not on the pills," I gasped, my fingers clawing at his shoulders.
"With a pussy as sweet as that?" he growled against my neck. "Jett was the loser. I'm not. I'm gonna fuck this pussy till the end. Afraid you're gonna have my child?"
My head dropped as a shudder ripped through me. "You're crazy!"
His voice dropped to a whisper. "You're mine now. My woman. And I'm gonna fuck you until this pretty body of yours only knows me."
---
Rowanne Steele thought she had it all. A perfect marriage to Jett Carter, heir to the Carter empire, and a future filled with love. But when Jett dies in a tragic car crash, her world shatters. Her mourning days aren't over, still clinging to his memory, drowning in grief and loyalty to the man she thought she knew.
Until one night, a hidden truth rises from his belongings and everything Rowanne believed about her husband was a lie.
Lost and heartbroken, she runs into the only arms that feel safe, Eli Carter, Jett's younger brother.
What begins as a moment of comfort in the rain turns into a mistake neither of them can forget. A mistake that feels far too much like fate.
Rowanne swears it can't happen again. Eli refuses to let go. Whether forbidden or not, he's determined to claim her. And this time, he won't lose.

9.6
Haylie waited nervously at the Wall Street charity gala for her boyfriend Bryan, but a spiked drink hit her hard, leaving her stumbling into a VIP lounge.
There, Chester Steele, the ruthless CEO of Steele Industrial, found her—drugged and vulnerable. What started as a frantic claiming in the shadows ended with him whispering she was his.
But moments later, a security alert shattered everything: data breach traced to Haylie's terminal. Chester's fury exploded. He saw her brush past a Logan Group rival on footage and dumped her in the rain, firing her as a corporate spy.
Bryan answered her desperate call with ice: "It's over." Reporters swarmed her door, branding her a traitor. Arrested at the office by FBI agents, she watched smug coworker Erin wave goodbye.
Thrown in a cell, chained and grilled with fake evidence—offshore accounts in her name—Haylie learned the worst: charges now included her sick father, Ernest, framed for laundering the leak money. Plead guilty or he dies in prison.
Innocent and raging, she couldn't fathom who planted it all—the gala bump, the logs, the forgeries. Why her? Who hated her enough to destroy her life?
Chester burst in, posting unlimited bail but forcing her signature on a slave contract: live in his penthouse, serve him 24/7. As she collapsed in his arms, trapped in his gilded cage, Haylie vowed silently—she'd uncover the real traitor and make them pay.

9.3
The first sign I was going to die wasn't the blizzard. It wasn't the bone-deep cold. It was the look in my fiancé's eyes when he told me he had given my life's work-our only guarantee of survival-to another woman.
"Kelsi was freezing," he said, as if I were being unreasonable. "You're the expert, you can handle it."
He then took my satellite phone, shoved me into a hastily dug snow pit, and left me to die.
His new girlfriend, Kelsi, appeared, wrapped snugly in my shimmering smart blanket. She smiled as she used my own ice axe to slash my suit, my last layer of protection against the storm.
"Stop being so dramatic," he told me, his voice full of contempt as I lay there freezing to death.
They thought they had taken everything. They thought they had won.
But they didn't know about the secret emergency beacon I had stitched into my sleeve. And with my last ounce of strength, I activated it.

8.3
Two sisters born with unimaginable power but only one is allowed to carry it-allowed to rule.
Naidira Thornton lives her entire life as a shame to her powerful parents-an alpha without a wolf, a daughter without her parents' favour, a mate left unclaimed. When she is banished for a crime she is innocent of and replaced by her own twin in a marriage built in lies, the pack believes the weaker sister has been erased.
They are wrong.
The secrets pile sky high till a perfect Luna's crown and an alpha's authority shatters under bloodshed and betrayal, Naidira returns and triggers a chain of events no one can stop. Bonds awaken, wolves arise.
Power was never taken from Naidira. It was buried.
And when it breaks free, nothing-family, throne, or fate-will survive unchanged.

9.8
The fluorescent hum of the DMV was the soundtrack to my boring life, until I tried to replace my lost driver's license.
"Your marital status. It says you're divorced," the clerk said, shattering my five-year marriage to Jackson Parks with a single, flat sentence.
My husband, Jackson, the man who swore he loved me, had secretly divorced me three years ago. Not only that, he had remarried the very next day to Candida Camacho, the woman who had tried to murder me on my wedding day and left me infertile. And they had a two-year-old son, Joey.
I stumbled home, my world a blur, only to find Jackson and Candida in our living room, arguing. "I hate having to pretend for that pathetic woman!" Candida shrieked. Jackson, my husband, pleaded, "I love you. I've always loved you."
The man I sacrificed everything for, who swore to destroy her, was now playing house with my attempted murderer, and I was the fool living in his house, sleeping in his bed, believing his lies.
The pain in my abdomen, a phantom ache from five years ago, flared to life, mirroring the gaping wound in my soul. I would not be his victim anymore.
"Hamilton," I said into the phone, my voice clear and steady. "I need your help. I need you to help me die."

8.4
After being kidnapped for years and finally rescued, five-year-old Izzy thought she was going home to her wealthy biological family.
But when the social worker brought her to the freezing bus station, her biological father, Conrad, didn't even get out of his Mercedes. He took one look at her tangled hair and worn-out shoes, his lip curling in disgust.
"I have a real family now. I'm not disrupting my life for this."
He drove away, leaving her choking on his exhaust fumes. When her rough, grease-stained uncle Bryan forcefully brought her to the family mansion, things only got worse. Her biological mother refused to touch her, complaining that she smelled like a dumpster. Her half-sister Katelynn pushed her to the ground, making her bleed, and framed her for stealing. Instead of helping, Conrad roared at Izzy, calling her a wild animal and threatening to throw her back onto the streets.
Izzy stood there shivering in her oversized rags, watching them stand together in a perfect, unbroken circle. She didn't understand why her own blood looked at her like she was a monster, or why they were so eager to throw a traumatized child back into the dark.
But what her wealthy family didn't know was that Izzy had a secret: she could hear plants talking. And the greenhouse orchids were screaming at their cruelty. So, she climbed onto their expensive coffee table, pointed at her mechanic uncle, and made her choice.
"I don't want Conrad to be my daddy. I want Uncle Bryan."
She walked out of that loveless mansion forever, ready to follow the whispers of an old apple tree in her new backyard—a tree that was about to guide her to a buried fortune of gold.