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 4
Isabella's POV
"Proceed," Adrian said after he took his seat.
"Long live the alpha." Elder Rowan said and bowed. "We shall now commence the council meeting."
The hall resounded with his voice. I gulp slowly, and I had to remain standing despite the weakness of my legs.
"Isabella Hart," Elder Rowan said, and stared directly at me. We are told that you gave birth to a child earlier today."
I felt my chest tightening upon hearing the word baby.
"But," he said quickly. "It was a stillborn."
"I would like to see my child," I insisted. "I deserve to see my baby."
None of the elders reacted. The fact that they were not talking increased my frustration.
"I carried that child in my belly for months, he was fine, I stuck to my diets! Even in that cold dungeon!" I said, and my voice shook. "You cannot simply inform me that my baby is dead and not to show me the body. Let me see the body and then I'll believe I have birth to a dead child."
The members of the council looked at each other in a short glance. Then Elder Rowan spoke again.
"The council is already aware of the state of the child. And we did the needful."
"My child is not a condition and one of you oldies have the right to decide what happens to my baby!" I screamed before I could restrain myself.
A number of guards moved a notch higher at my sudden outcry. I didn't care.
"I must see my baby," I said and my voice was breaking. "Please."
For a moment, no one answered.
Then Elder Rowan spoke, in a cold voice.
"The child was born dead, stop insisting on seeing a dead child."
My heart clenched painfully.
"No," I whispered.
"Yes," he said firmly.
Tears filled my eyes. I glanced about the hall, and wished somebody, anybody, would take a little sympathy. But the faces that gazed back upon me wouldn't care if I had shed alongside the son.
I felt completely alone.
Elder Rowan clasped his hands together.
"Your ultimate punishment will be decided by the council soon," he said.
My head lifted slightly.
"Punishment?"
"Yes," he replied. "We are expecting a guest, he added. The final judgement will be given by him."
A guest?
My confusion deepened.
How come that a stranger should determine my destiny?
I turned toward Adrian.
He should be able to do something to prevent this madness.
My voice had softened now, I said, "Adrian. Don't you feel anything? He... was your son... our son.."
"Please," I begged. "Tell them this is a mistake."
Adrian's expression didn't change and he said nothing.
The silence was there between us. "Say something! How can you let them treat me like this! I am your mate! I am your Luna!"
Then Adrian spoke.
"You are neither my mate nor Luna," he said coldly.
The words were an additional blow to my chest.
"What?"
Adrian looked about at Clara, and then his eyes came back to me.
"I have met my mate ," he said.
I was struck by the words as they came.
My breath caught in my throat.
"What... did you say?"
Clara just broke into a little laughter.
"Adrian is speaking the truth," she said.
My eyes slowly moved to her.
She sat back easily in the chair of the Luna.
"You know, Isabella, Adrian and I have found our mate-bond not long after your real self was revealed."
Her stomach was caressed with her hand.
"The Moon Goddess eventually revealed the truth."
My head shook slowly.
"No."
This couldn't be happening.
"Yes," Clara said to herself, with a little smile. It is rather a shame to you, though. You tried but you could never be the original, the real one. You had spent years by Adrian, and never got his mark."
My heart sank aching.
This was a sensitive topic between me and Adrian. Even after years of being with me, several nights spent together, he had never maker me as his mate.
Clara tilted her head slowly to the side revealing her neck.
My breath caught again.
There was a mate mark on her skin.
My stomach knotted in pain.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Clara said proudly.
The words cut deep. I was like the ground had fallen out of my feet.
"Why?" I whispered.
I looked at her as my voice shook.
"Clara... why would you do this?"
"Reveal your true nature?" Clara mocked.
The room felt suffocating. I couldn't breathe properly. The great doors of the hall burst open once more before I had time to reply. All looked toward the entrance. A man, old, was walking slowly in. His hair was entirely white, and he walked slightly with a wooden staff.
As soon as the elders beheld him they rose all respectfully. Everyone rose,except Adrian.
"And the judge is here," Elder Rowan said.
The elderly wolf slowly made his way to the hall. His quick eyes examined me keenly. I had never seen him before. But all this changed instantly in the room.
He also appeared to be respected by everyone.
"Is this the accused?" he asked.
"Yes," Elder Rowan replied.
The old wolf nodded once.
Then he looked directly at me.
"Isabella Hart," he said.
His voice was old but strong.
"You are guilty of killing Helena Blackwood, mother of Alpha Adrian."
My stomach twisted.
"According to the testimony of a credible witness, the last punishment has been determined," he went on, very calmly.
The hall was as quiet as death.
My breathing was too loud even to me.
The old wolf raised his staff a little, and spoke again.
"The sentence for your crimes..."
He paused briefly.
"...is death."
My heart stopped.
"You will be burnt before the pack tomorrow at sunrise," he answered.
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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.