Forsaken for a Fake: The True Luna's Revenge

My husband, Alpha Kaeden, once looked at me with adoration. But after he brought Clemmie home, his eyes turned cold, glazed over by the "herbal tea" she fed him. Now, I lay chained to a steel table in the dungeon, the smell of my own burning flesh filling the air. Kaeden stood over me, indifferent to my screams. He ordered the guards to electrocute me through silver cuffs—the poison of our kind—even though he knew I was carrying his pup. But torture wasn't the end goal. I froze when I heard the doctor’s question. "The transplant carries risks, Alpha. Taking a heart from a living donor..." Clemmie didn't just want my husband; she wanted my heart to cure her "sickness" and steal my White Wolf power. I waited for Kaeden to refuse. Instead, he rubbed his temples and delivered my death sentence. "Harvest the heart. Dispose of the rest." "And the fetus?" the doctor asked. "Incinerate it." Those words killed me faster than the silver. I died on the operating table that night, my heart flatlining for three minutes to stage my death. Kaeden thinks I am ash in a jar. He thinks he saved his mistress. But when I opened my eyes in the safe house, they weren't brown anymore. They were glowing silver. Beside me, my daughter slept, alive and radiating ancient power. The weak Luna is dead. The White Wolf has risen. And I am going home to take back my pack.

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Chapter 2

POV: Daria

Pain has a way of warping time. As I lay in the puddle of my own blood and amniotic fluid, memories flickered like a broken movie reel.

I remembered the day I met Kaeden.

It was the Recognition.

For werewolves, finding a mate isn't about dating or compatibility. It is biological destiny ordained by the Moon Goddess. When you meet your Fated Mate, your senses explode.

I remembered the scent. It hit me across a crowded ballroom-fresh pine needles crushed under heavy rain, mixed with the smoky warmth of a wood fire. It was the best thing I had ever smelled.

Then came the spark. When his hand brushed mine, a jolt of static electricity, stronger than any household shock, zipped up my arm. My Inner Wolf had stood up on her hind legs and roared one word: Mine.

We were happy. For two years, we were the perfect couple.

Then Clemmie arrived.

She didn't have a scent. Or rather, she smelled like cloying vanilla perfume that masked everything else. She wasn't his mate. But she had something else.

Witchcraft.

I didn't have proof, but I knew. She gave him "herbal teas" for his stress. Slowly, Kaeden changed. He stopped reaching for me in the night. He started saying that the Moon Goddess had made a mistake. That Clemmie was his true soulmate, and I was just a genetic error.

A "defect." That's what he called me.

The defect is bleeding out, I thought bitterly, staring at the ceiling of the dungeon.

Voices drifted from the hallway. My hearing was fading, but the adrenaline of terror sharpened it for one last moment.

"Is the donor ready?" It was a man's voice. Clinical. Cold.

"She is prepped," Kaeden's voice replied. He sounded impatient, his words slurring slightly. "Just get it done. Clemmie is deteriorating fast."

"The transplant carries risks, Alpha," the doctor said. "Taking a heart from a living donor... especially a Luna..."

"She's not a Luna," Clemmie cut in, her voice sharp. "And the donor list is too long, Kaeden. You said you'd do anything to save me."

"Anything," Kaeden echoed, sounding like a man talking in his sleep.

"Her blood work matches mine, Kaeden," Clemmie pressed, her voice dropping to a hypnotic purr. "It's almost like fate. Her heart is the only one strong enough. If you love me, you'll let the doctor do his job."

I froze.

They didn't just want me dead. They wanted my heart.

Why me? There were thousands of wolves. Why did Clemmie need my heart specifically?

"The White Wolf bloodline is potent," the doctor murmured, his voice dropping so low I almost missed it. "Even if she is a recessive carrier, her organ will grant the recipient immense power. Miss Clemmie will not just be cured; she will be stronger than any female in the region."

White Wolf?

The legends spoke of the White Wolves-royalty among shifters, closest to the Goddess, capable of miracles. I had always healed fast, faster than the others, but I thought it was just luck.

"Do what is necessary," Kaeden murmured, rubbing his temples as if fighting a migraine. "Harvest the heart. Dispose of the rest."

"And the fetus?" the doctor asked.

"Incinerate it."

The words hit me harder than the Alpha Command.

He wasn't just misguided. He wasn't just drugged. He was a murderer. He had just signed the death warrant for his wife and his unborn child to please a woman who wanted to steal my strength.

Tears hot as lava slid down my temples.

I tried to move my fingers. I had to run. I had to fight.

But the silver cuffs held tight. My body was heavy, like it was filled with lead. My Inner Wolf was too weak to take control.

The door handle began to turn.

Goddess, I prayed, closing my eyes. If you are real... curse him. Curse him for eternity.

The door opened.

But it wasn't the doctor.

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Action Mystery Romance

8.7

From Discarded Mate To Enemy's Gamma

8.7

For seven years, I was Alpha Zane’s Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded. On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman. "Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand." He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence. I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse. But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator. He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her—a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war. When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance. He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion. He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory. Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration. Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.

Action Romance Werewolf

7.3

Melting His Iced Heart

7.3

The sound of loud slapping windows jolted her from her sleep. She carefully got down from the bed, walking towards the window to shut it closed. She froze instantly, turning cold with fear at the familiar figure standing right outside her window. She staggered backwards. "No," she shook her head in disbelief, but that didn't stop him from jumping through her window. She ran for the door, desperately trying to unlock it, but it wasn't even budging. Her heart raced in her chest, her palms clammy, and then she felt his large presence behind her, slamming his hand on the door right beside her head. She slowly turned to find those cold gray eyes staring at her. She trembled. "H-how did you f-find me?" A sinister smirk suddenly appeared on his lips, his eyes shining with an evil glint. "Didn't I tell you, Lilian? You run, I chase." His hand shot to her throat, his thumb caressing it gently, and then he covered the distance between them, leaning in for his hot breath to fan her neck. His hand held her small waist, pulling her impossibly closer to himself. "Now you must be punished, princess." In a bid to escape her cold husband and her cruel family, Lilian finds herself in an even more dangerous situation that either mends or breaks her.

Action Modern Romance

7.4

No Escape from His Gilded Cage

7.4

Becoming a bride to settle a debt was never part of my dreams. Yet, my stepbrother's betrayal and a trap party turned my life upside down, shattering my illusions of a joyful marriage. Now, I'm faced with the harsh reality of being married to a ruthless Mafia boss, Alessio Marino. Can I trust his promises, or will my situation be worse than the abuse I endured from my stepbrother? With love stripped from my wedding vows, all I can do is cling to hope for God's mercy and summon the strength to navigate this perilous new life.

Action Mafia Romance

7.9

Not Just An Incubator: The Ex-Wife's Cold Revenge

7.9

Ten minutes. That was how close I was to handing my fiancé the keys to a three-hundred-million-dollar empire built on my code. But when I walked into the office, his mistress was sitting in my chair, spinning the pen I bought him for our anniversary. Caleb didn't even look up. He told me the investors wanted stability, not a pregnant woman. He called our unborn child a "liability" and ordered security to escort me out of the building I paid for. I went home to pack, only to find a burner phone hidden in the closet. The texts were brutal. He called me an "incubator." He said once the deal was signed, he’d take the baby and dump the "nerd." When he caught me with the phone, he didn't apologize. He dragged me by my hair and threw me into the soundproof panic room to keep me quiet until the deal closed. "Caleb, please! I'm bleeding!" I pounded on the steel door until my hands were raw. But he just locked it and went to eat pizza with his mistress. Alone in the dark, on the freezing concrete, I felt the life inside me slip away. He hadn't just stolen my company; he had killed my child. He thought I was broken. He thought I was just "the help." But he forgot one thing: I built the security system he was trying to sell. Three days later, I rolled my wheelchair into his victory press conference, flanked by his biggest rival. "Do you trust your new code, Caleb?" "Because I wrote the backdoor. And I just opened it."

Action Modern Romance

8.9

Shattered Bond: The Genius Omega's Revenge

8.9

I was the lead architect for the Pack's billion-dollar tech company, and I was secretly carrying the Alpha's heir. I thought the merger would finally make Caleb Mark me. Instead, I walked into my office to find a mistress sitting in my chair. Caleb didn't just fire me. When I refused to hand over the encryption keys to the system I built, he locked me in a reinforced closet lined with silver mesh. For a pregnant wolf, silver is poison. I pounded on the door until my knuckles bled. "Caleb! Please! It burns! I'm losing the baby!" I screamed until my voice broke, feeling the life drain from my womb. But outside the door, his mistress laughed. "Don't listen to her, Caleb. She's just a weak Omega faking it for attention." And my Fated Mate believed her. He left me in that dark box while our son died in a pool of my own blood. He thought he had broken me. He thought I would die a silent death so he could parade his fake heir around. He forgot one thing: I wrote the code that runs his entire life. Three days later, I didn't show up to the hospital morgue. I rolled my wheelchair onto the stage of his global press conference, flanked by the rival Alpha he feared most. I held up the remote to the main server. "You killed my son for a lie, Caleb," I smiled into the microphone as the screens behind him broadcast the footage of his crime. "Now, say goodbye to your empire."

Action Modern Werewolf

Forsaken for a Fake: The True Luna's Revenge

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