The Luna They Tried To Erase
For twelve years, I was the shame of the Silver Moon Pack. A Luna who never shifted, a barren wife who couldn't give Alpha Ivan an heir.
I thought my body was broken. But on my thirtieth birthday, I learned I wasn't sick. I was being murdered.
Tracking Ivan to a downtown gallery, I expected to catch him in a lie about work. Instead, I saw him playing father to a child that wasn't mine, while his mistress looked on with a smirk.
Then, I heard my own father’s voice booming through the thin glass.
"If that White Wolf blood of hers ever woke up, she'd destroy us all. Better she dies a sickly Omega."
My husband, my Fated Mate, didn't defend me. He just checked his watch.
"She smells of death already. The Wolfsbane in her tea will finish her off during the fireworks tonight. Then we can finally replace the mule."
My knees hit the floor. For five years, the "medicine" they forced down my throat wasn't a cure. It was poison designed to suppress my Supreme rank.
They didn't hate me because I was weak; they were killing me because I was stronger than all of them combined.
I drove back to the mansion, my sadness hardening into cold rage.
I poured the lethal tea down the sink and picked up the microphone for the Pack Gathering.
They were expecting a funeral tonight.
I was about to give them a public execution.
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Chapter 2
Aliana POV:
I sat in the dark of our bedroom. The digital clock read 11:45 PM.
I heard the heavy front door open downstairs. Footsteps echoed on the marble stairs.
I scrambled into bed, pulling the duvet up. I had to play the part. The dying obstacle.
The door opened.
"Aliana?" Ivan's voice was soft, laced with that fake concern that made my skin crawl.
He walked to the side of the bed. Then, the smell hit me. *Rotting peaches and sex.* And underneath it, the scent of a child-milk and dirt.
He leaned down. For a horrifying second, I thought he would kiss me. Instead, he sniffed my hair.
"Still sleeping," he muttered. "Good."
He walked into the bathroom. The shower turned on.
*My eyes snapped open.*
*Move,* the voice inside me commanded. *Hunt.*
I slipped out of bed. I went to the hallway.
Ivan's study was his sanctuary. Secured by a bio-metric lock and a keypad.
I stood before the heavy mahogany door.
"He thinks you're stupid," the voice in my head hissed.
I stared at the keypad. Ivan was arrogant. He wouldn't use a random number.
I punched in the date: *05-12-18*. Leo's birthday.
The light blinked green. *Bingo.*
I slipped inside. I went straight to his computer. It was logged in.
*I didn't waste time looking for a folder labeled "Evil Plans." Ivan wasn't a cartoon villain; he was a businessman. I needed to follow the money.*
*I opened his financial records. My degree in finance, which Ivan always mocked as "cute," was finally useful.*
*I scanned the outgoing transfers from the last five years. There were the usual expenses, but one recurring payment stood out. A shell company called "Apex Consulting," registered in the Gray Zone.*
*I cross-referenced the company registration number. It was a dummy corp. But the shipping manifests associated with it were real.*
*"Aconitum delivery. Concentrated extract," I whispered, reading the invoice. Aconitum. Wolfsbane.*
*Then I checked the personal accounts. Huge withdrawals. Cash.*
*I found a hidden sub-folder in his cloud drive masked as tax returns. Inside weren't taxes. They were falsified medical reports from a clinic in the Rogue territories.*
*Subject: Leo Reese. Bloodline Potency: S-Class Alpha.*
*And a paternity test.* *Father: Alpha Ivan Hughes. Status: Positive.*
*My father was bankrolling the poison. Ivan was laundering the money to Kiera.*
I felt bile rise in my throat. I pulled a small, silver USB drive from my pajama pocket.
I copied everything. *The financial trail, the shipping manifests, the fake DNA tests.*
The progress bar crawled. *98%... 99%... Complete.*
I yanked the drive out just as I heard the shower turn off down the hall.
I wiped the recent history, turned off the monitor, and slipped out.
I made it back to the bedroom just as the bathroom door handle turned. I dove into bed.
Ivan emerged, smelling of soap and mint. He climbed into bed beside me.
His phone buzzed. He checked it, a small chuckle escaping his lips.
After he fell asleep, I reached over and took his phone.
The message was from an unsaved number. A photo of Kiera riding on Ivan's shoulders at the Pack's amusement park.
Caption: *An Alpha only belongs to a female who can breed warriors. Put the mule down, Ivan.*
*I stared at the screen. A mule. Sterile. Useless.*
*I carefully forwarded the text to a burner email address I'd set up years ago, then deleted the sent log.*
I placed the phone back.
Tomorrow was the Pack Gathering. The entire Silver Moon Pack would be there.
It was the perfect stage.
I closed my eyes. *My blood felt hot, like liquid fire. The poison was losing the war.*
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Desperate and alone, I was ready to take any option I could get if my mother would be saved.
I made a deal with an almost-stranger, a contract marriage! Who was forced by his grandma to get married.
A win-win situation for both of us.
He saved my mom. I married him to fulfil his Grandma's wish, But, why is my heart aching when our marriage contract is going to end?
It was a marriage deal for both of us, but when it's coming to an end, I don't want it to end?
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Desperate and alone, I was ready to take any option I could get if my mother would be saved.
I made a deal with an almost-stranger, a contract marriage! Who was forced by his grandma to get married.
A win-win situation for both of us.
He saved my mom. I married him to fulfil his Grandma's wish, But, why is my heart aching when our marriage contract is going to end?
It was a marriage deal for both of us, but when it's coming to an end, I don't want it to end?
7.4
Fiona prepared a candlelit anniversary dinner, scallops glistening on porcelain, champagne chilling beside a "Three Years" card—her secret pregnancy swelling beneath her silk dress.
The doorbell rang, but it was just a delivery. Then Emmanuel called: his ex, Carley Marshall, crashed her car. He blew off their night.
Cramps hit like a vise. She collapsed, blood soaking her gown, screaming into the phone: "I'm losing the baby!" Emmanuel scoffed, "Fake ploy for attention," and hung up—Carley's voice cooed in the background.
Paramedics rushed her to ER for emergency D&C. The baby was gone. Audrey saved her life. Emmanuel sent lilies with a card: "Stop dramatizing."
She signed divorce papers. He laughed it off, contested everything, froze her out of hotels and clubs. Dragged her from the St. Regis by force, dumped her sobbing on a rainy sidewalk with her suitcase in puddles—Gus drove off without looking back.
He thought she was manipulating him, playing jealous games for attention. But she'd truly carried his child, bled out alone while he comforted Carley. How could he not believe her, even after the hospital proof? Why twist her agony into lies?
Now blacklisted and broke, Fiona clutched her grandfather's antique restoration tools. No more begging—she'd expose his cruelty, rebuild from the ashes, and make him regret ever underestimating her.
9.5
Blaire's mother gave her a ruthless ultimatum: find a husband today, or never call her mother again.
Desperate to escape the suffocating control and disastrous blind dates, Blaire agreed to a fake marriage with a stranger she met through an old woman.
She thought she was marrying a dirt-poor salesman drowning in mortgage debt.
They lived in a rundown Queens apartment and split the living expenses fifty-fifty.
He drove a sputtering Toyota Camry, established extreme territorial rules, and treated her like a gold-digging biohazard.
When she accidentally tripped and spilled hot soup on him, he didn't help her up, instead accusing her of using pathetic tricks to seduce him.
Her own mother even crashed their apartment, ruthlessly mocking his pathetic financial state and calling him a total loser.
Blaire endured his coldness and extreme germaphobia, genuinely pitying him for his stressful, low-paying job.
She refunded his money and defended his dignity, refusing to take advantage of a struggling man.
But she couldn't understand why this supposedly broke guy possessed such a lethal, commanding aura, or why an incredibly expensive cashmere blanket mysteriously appeared on her when she was freezing on the couch.
Until her brother called with a shocking warning.
"Blaire, the name on your marriage certificate belongs to the notoriously secretive billionaire CEO of New York's top financial syndicate!"
Blaire laughed out loud, completely unaware that behind the bedroom door, her "broke" husband was frantically ordering his PR team to bury his true identity.
7.6
The harsh glare of the spotlight hit Harper's custom wedding dress as she smiled at her groom.
But a single phone call from his mistress, Lila, made Chase violently shove his way down the aisle and sprint out of the hotel.
He left Harper to face the flashing cameras and the mockery of hundreds of guests.
Her mother-in-law dragged her into a hallway and slapped her hard across the face.
"You cannot even keep your own man in the room. You are making a mockery of this family."
When Harper rushed to the hospital, Chase blamed her for Lila's theatrical, fake miscarriage.
He threatened to pull every cent of capital from Harper's investment firm if she dared to walk away.
The Young family then used the media to frame Harper, turning her into a public pariah who viciously "killed" an unborn child.
Mobbed by ruthless paparazzi, Harper was pushed into the freezing rain, her knees bleeding on the concrete.
She couldn't accept that her entire life and career were being destroyed by a mistress's pathetic lie.
When Chase later tried to buy her silence with a pink diamond—the exact same one he had just gifted Lila—her remaining love turned to absolute ice.
But fate intervened when she was rescued from the mob by Antoni Donovan, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street and her biggest corporate rival.
Discovering that Antoni was actually her best friend's older brother, a dangerous smile spread across Harper's face.
She picked up his gold-lettered business card.
She was done being the victim; she was going to use the wolf of Wall Street to crush her ex-husband.
9.3
One night, all they shared was one night, but it led to the single lie that destroyed her life.
Sarina Dawson was nothing more than a forgotten half-breed until the night she was framed, drugged, and thrown into the bed of the most powerful Alpha alive, Alpha Leonard Kane.
He believed she had schemed to trap him so he cast her aside without a second glance and by morning, she had lost everything.
Banished, broken and alone.
But Sarina didn't leave empty-handed, she carried a secret.
A child with silver-grey eyes... the heir of the Alpha who despised her.
Two years later, she's built a quiet life far from the pack, hiding among humans, determined to protect her son at all costs until fate drags him back into her world.
Alpha Kane arrives closer than ever, more dangerous than ever and this time, he's searching for a wife... and an heir, and she is determined to keep her child away from him.
But secrets don't stay buried forever. And before he can lose her for eternity, will he claim her as his mate, or destroy her all over again?
9.2
He married her to control her.
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.