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 3
Isabella's POV
"No."
I said the word without being aware of it.
I could not relax my hands on the thin hospital blanket as I looked at the doctor standing next my bed. Her face was still serious, and her eyes were down as though she did not want to see me in the eye.
"I am sorry, Luna Isabella, I am sorry," she said.
I kept on hearing those words.
My baby... stillborn.
"No!" I let out a blood curdling scream. "That's not possible."
I felt my voice shaking and my chest felt tight, panic beginning to build up. I compelled myself to sit up though it was very painful in my body.
"I want to see my baby," I said.
The doctor did not react right away. She just stood, with clasped hands before him.
"I want to see my baby!!" I screamed again.
The nurse who was close to the door moved impatiently.
"That will be impossible," the doctor replied, and said nothing more.
My heart beat was increased by his answer.
"It is not possible, what do you mean by that?" I demanded.
"That's my child," I continued. "You can not simply tell me the baby is dead, and expect me to take it without seeing--
"The body had been already taken away," she interrupted.
My breath caught in my throat.
"Taken... away?" I repeated slowly.
"Yes," she said. "The matter has been handled."
Handled.
The word sounded so cold.
"That was my child," I whispered.
My face was filled with tears and all the burden came crashing down on me. My baby was gone. I had not even been given a chance to hold my child. I put my hands over my face and wept and wept.
"No..." I sobbed. "No... this can't be real."
The room was silent during a few minutes only, save for the sound of my weeping. And then there was a knock of the door. The nurse looked up first.
One of the young pack messengers came in.
"Doctor," he said quickly. The Pack Council demands Isabella be present at the meeting room, now."
The words sliced my sorrow like a knife.
"The council?" I repeated hoarsely.
The messenger nodded. "They desire that she should come to the council hall at once."
I let out a weak laugh.
Immediately?
I had just given birth. My body was still sore and heavy and I could hardly sit up.
"Tell them..." I started, my voice shaking. "Tell them I can't-"
"We are to use force should you refuse." The messenger said,forcing me to swallow my remaining words.
The physician heaved a sigh, and gazed at me again.
"I'm afraid you'll have to go."
My heart sank.
Of course. I wasn't the Luna anymore. I was a prisoner. Some minutes later two guards came into the room. They helped me off the bed. Each and every step was painful as I went down the corridor.
My mind felt even worse.
The baby was gone. The same thought kept on replaying in my mind. I had been bearing that child months. I had talked to my baby day by day.
And now... Even now I was not permitted to look at the body. It seemed a long walk to the council hall. As the big doors were opened, what I saw first was that the elders had been seated.
Elder Rowan was seated in the centre with his face as gloomy as ever.
But something felt strange.
Adrian wasn't there.
I frowned slightly.
Where was he?
Was he mourning the loss of our child?
My eyes were sweeping slowly about the room. The members of the council were mumbling to one another. Some of the pack members were standing close to the walls watching.
It seemed that all the eyes focused on me as I was escorted into the premises by the guards. In the middle of the hall I stopped.
Elder Rowan said in a formal way, "Luna Isabella."
His tone sounded distant.
"We have called you to finalize some things."
My chest tightened.
Finalize?
The big doors behind me flew open once more before I had an opportunity to inquire what it was. The noise reverberated in the hall. They all looked in the direction of the entrance. I slowly looked back.
Adrian walked in.
My heart skipped.
Painfully I felt relief. Perhaps he had gone to make it all plain. Possibly, he had learned the lesson. But I looked who stood beside him.
Clara.
She moved with dignity alongside Adrian like she was part of him.
My stomach dropped.
Then my gaze went toward her stomach.
The shape could not be missed because her dress was tight around her body.
Clara was pregnant.
My thoughts had completely cleared.
No.
That couldn't be right.
I looked back and forth between Clara and Adrian, who were heading towards the front of the hall.
Clara appeared totally confident.
Her lips even smiled a little.
They both paused before the seat of the Luna and alpha.
My seat.
I stood with a speechless amazement and Clara walked away and sat down on the chair of the Luna.
Everything appeared to stop.
After which all members stood up and bowed their heads a little.
Elder Rowan stood up from his seat, "Luna Clara."
The title hit me like a slap.
Luna.
Adrian stood there with her. His hand touched her back lightly. The gesture looked natural. Familiar. It was as though he had done it many times. I could feel the pain in my chest.
I looked about in the face of Adrian.
He looked calm.
Cold. Quite indifferent to the consideration that I was standing only a few feet away. Clara sat back in the chair with ease. She smiled to the members of the council and put her hand on her stomach.
My best friend.
My mate.
Together?
"Luna Clara?"
What was happening?
My voice came out weak.
"Clara..."
She turned her head slowly towards me. For a moment, our eyes met. Her face was free of guilt. No shame. Only quiet satisfaction.
"How are you feeling, Isabella?" Clara asked casually.
Her tonewas rather distant.
Almost.
It was as though the room was spinning.
"You..." I whispered.
My voice became tremulous as the pieces fell together.
The testimony of Clara at the trial.
Her accusations.
Adrian's silence.
Her pregnancy.
Her sitting in the Luna's seat.
It all suddenly made sense.
The dreadful reality began to sink in the pit of my chest.
Clara had betrayed me.
Not just betrayed me.
She had replaced me.
My dearest friend... had stolen my mate... and my Luna place.
I was chilled to the core of the hall as it had all dawned on me.
Clara Wells was sitting in my seat now.
Beside my mate.
As new Luna of Shadowfang Pack.
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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."
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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.