The Betrayed Luna's Vow Of Vengeance
For five years, I poured my soul into ruling the Black Moon Pack alongside my fated mate, Alpha Ryker.
But at our most sacred gathering, he publicly pulled his rogue ex-girlfriend, Faye, into his arms.
"Faye is under my protection," he declared to the entire pack, using his crushing Alpha Command to force me, his Luna, to my knees.
He didn't care that I had taken a silver blade for him, or that Faye was a traitor whose past defection had permanently crippled three of our warriors.
He stripped me of my dignity, ordered me to accept his new partner, and left me alone in our marital suite.
That night, my Mating Mark erupted into a searing, white-hot agony that made me vomit blood and pass out.
I thought I was simply dying of a broken heart, until I remembered the forbidden lore of the "Fidelity Curse."
The curse ensured that if one mate was unfaithful, every moment of their physical pleasure would be transmitted through the bond as pure, agonizing torture to the betrayed mate.
I wasn't just heartbroken. My body was being forced to physiologically experience my husband's affair.
The final, near-fatal wave of pain at dawn wasn't random—it was the exact moment they conceived a child.
When Ryker walked in the next morning, smelling of her perfume, and proudly announced Faye was pregnant, he expected me to finally break and submit.
Instead, I looked at the father of another woman's child and gave him a chilling smile.
"I, Selene Thorne of the Winter Pack, have heard your declaration. Now get out of my sight. The war has begun."
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Chapter 5
Selene Thorne POV:
My whispered words hung in the air between us. Ryker flinched, a flicker of unease in his stormy eyes, but the ingrained arrogance of an Alpha refused to let him back down. He opened his mouth to issue another command, to crush what was left of my spirit.
But he was interrupted.
"Ryker…?"
Faye’s soft, quavering voice drifted through the trees. She had followed us after all, arriving at the precise moment of our standoff.
She took in the scene—my deathly pale face, Ryker’s towering rage—and immediately fell into her role. "Oh, no… are you fighting because of me?" she cried, her big green eyes welling with tears. "Luna, please don’t blame Ryker. This is all my fault."
Once again, she positioned herself as the innocent, the blameless catalyst for all this pain.
Ryker’s fury instantly dissolved into concern. He moved to her side, his voice softening. "What are you doing out here? It’s cold."
The stark contrast in his tone, the gentle care he showed her versus the cold command he gave me, was another knife in my already bleeding heart.
I watched them, and a strange, cold laugh escaped my lips. It was a quiet sound, utterly devoid of humor, full of bitter irony.
They both stared at me, startled.
I let the laugh die and fixed my gaze on Faye, looking past Ryker as if he were nothing more than an obstacle.
"Your fault?" I said slowly, savoring the words. "Oh, your faults extend far beyond tonight, Faye."
Faye’s face paled, a flicker of genuine fear in her eyes.
I shifted my attention to Ryker, but my words were a proclamation for all three of us to hear. "My Alpha, you are so determined to protect her, but do you even know the creature you’ve brought into our home?"
*Yes... tell them,* Kara whispered in my mind, her voice laced with a vengeful glee. *Tell them what she is.*
My voice gained strength, ringing with the authority of a judge delivering a verdict. "Five years ago, Faye, you didn't just leave the Black Moon Pack. You defected. On the eve of our bloody battle with the Red Fang Pack, you fled with half of our medicinal herb supply and took it straight to our enemies!"
Ryker's head snapped toward Faye, his eyes demanding an answer.
All the color drained from Faye’s face. "No… it wasn't like that!" she stammered, shaking her head frantically. "I didn't! It was a misunderstanding!"
I gave her no room to spin her lies. "A misunderstanding? I have the written testimonies of the guards who saw you leave. I have the intelligence we gathered after the war, from Red Fang warriors who gloated about their good fortune. You used our herbs to heal their lead warrior—the very same wolf who nearly killed your former Alpha. Ryker's father."
As a Luna, I dealt in facts, not feelings. My accusations were always backed by evidence.
The crime was unforgivable. Treason. Aiding the enemy. It was a sin no pack, no wolf, could ever forgive.
Ryker's breathing grew heavy, his gaze fixed on Faye's panicked face.
"I… I was young!" she cried, her words tumbling out in a desperate torrent. "They tricked me! They told me… they told me you didn't love me anymore, Ryker! I was confused…"
Her excuses were pathetic, especially in the face of what she had done.
I stared at her, my expression devoid of pity. "So, your 'confusion' cost three of our warriors their mobility. They live with the consequences of your actions every single day. Do you even remember their names, Faye?"
I spoke their names, one by one. "Marcus. Liam. Thorne."
Each name was a hammer blow, striking at Ryker's conscience.
Faye was speechless, tears streaming down her face as she looked at Ryker with desperate, pleading eyes.
I could see the war raging within him. The love he felt for this she-wolf was now clashing with the undeniable proof of her betrayal against his pack, against his own father.
I had driven a wedge between them. I had transformed this from a personal squabble into a matter of pack law and justice.
I was no longer the scorned wife. I was the Luna, exposing a traitor.
I looked at Ryker's conflicted face and felt no satisfaction, only a cold, desolate emptiness. I knew this blow was heavy, but I also knew it might not be enough to sever the hold she had on him. But the seeds of doubt had been planted, not just in his mind, but in the very fabric of our pack's history.
Ryker stared at Faye's tear-streaked face, his own expression a mask of conflict and disbelief. He didn't push her away, but he didn't comfort her either. He looked at me, his voice rough with an emotion I couldn't decipher. "Is this your revenge, Selene? Tearing open old wounds?"
I met his gaze without flinching.
"This is not revenge, Alpha. This is justice."
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8.0
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Pregnant with the powerful Roman Blackwood's child, while engaged to his unstable stepbrother - Tessa Quinn becomes the key to a ruthless inheritance war where love has no place.
As secrets unravel and danger closes in, Tessa must protect her unborn child while trapped between love, vengeance, and men who want to own her fate.
9.1
My husband, Dante Moretti, the feared Underboss, signed the divorce papers I slipped him without a glance. Too busy texting his true love, Sofia, he was blind to the annulment decree ending everything. The Reaper couldn't see the death of his own marriage.
For three years, I was Elena, his silent wife, the "Caged Canary," cleaning his messes while meticulously planning my escape from our loveless world.
He dismissed me for Sofia's every whim, publicly shaming me after a past love letter was read, then abandoning me again for her fake crisis.
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His crushing blindness, the cold realization I was a mere placeholder, fueled a profound injustice. How could he be so lethal, yet oblivious to his wife, favoring the one who betrayed him?
With chilling resolve, I uploaded Sofia's confession, initiated a massive financial transfer dismantling his empire, and staged my own death. Under a new identity, I fled to San Francisco, ready to build my power, far from his bloody, deceitful world.
9.2
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To break her.
To own her.
Seraphina let him believe it.
She plays the quiet wife-
soft voice, lowered eyes, perfect obedience.
But behind every smile...
is a plan he was never meant to survive.
Because this marriage was never about love.
Not even power.
It was revenge.
And when Lucien finally uncovers the truth-
when he realizes who she really is...
he won't be fighting to keep her.
He'll be begging to escape her.
9.8
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All she wants is to protect her siblings and give them a better life. But fate leads her into the arms of Adam Manchester-a man whose heart belongs to a wife lying in a coma.
As Dawn slowly melts the ice around Adam's heart, she begins to believe that maybe, just maybe, love can bloom from sacrifice.
But on the night she's ready to claim her happiness, Adam's wife wakes up.
Now, caught between guilt, love, and heartbreak, Dawn must decide whether to fight for the man she's grown to love... or walk away from the life she risked everything to build.
Because some hearts never let go-and some love stories were never meant to have an easy ending.
7.7
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Trapped in Jorden's luxury car during a forced errand, Kaitlynn couldn't stand his arrogant attitude anymore.
She proudly bragged about Hex, claiming her online master's mechanics were vastly superior to any so-called professional player.
"He's the absolute ceiling," she declared defensively. "He's way better than you."
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"Sounds like a nerd living in his mom's basement."
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Right in front of her, he casually commanded his team using an extremely rare, high-tier strategy exclusive to her game.
Kaitlynn's mind completely short-circuited.
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As Jorden's gaze dropped to the rare assassin class keychain resting on her lap, a wicked, knowing smile flashed across his face.
The untouchable esports tyrant had just realized his rebellious real-life enemy was his deeply pampered in-game student, and her peaceful double life was about to end.