Chapter 1

The moon hung heavy and cold when the message came through the mirror.

Alpha Gavin, my mate and husband, had lost control in a drunken frenzy. He killed a passing werewolf—tore him to pieces like an unhinged beast. And now, blood was on our pack’s hands.

By dawn, both sets of parents were on their knees in front of me—pleading, crying, begging me to take the fall.

"For the future of the Silver Moon Pack," they said.

"For your child," they said.

And like a fool, I agreed.

I gave up my freedom. Let them lock me away in Silver Prison for five excruciating years. Five years in darkness. Five years alone, with nothing but my wolf, Faith, to keep me sane.

When I finally stepped out—battered, scarred, and half-starved—I expected at least a sliver of loyalty. Instead, I was met with betrayal that cut deeper than any cell walls ever could.

He married my twin sister.

“Why?” I asked Gavin, my voice trembling as I stood outside our old home. “How could you do this?”

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even pretend to feel guilty.

He looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Chloe, we can’t have a former convict as Luna. What would the pack think? How could you raise the next Alpha with a reputation like that?”

I swallowed the scream rising in my throat. For my son, I forced myself to stay calm.

But when I reached out to touch him—my baby, my little boy—he recoiled like I was diseased.

“Ugh! Who let this rogue near me? She stinks!”

My heart shattered.

And then came the final blow—my parents. The very people who raised me.

“Cora’s still your sister,” my mother said gently, like I was the unreasonable one.

“We’ve had a good life these past few years, all thanks to Alpha Gavin,” my father added. “Now that you're out, don't stir up trouble.”

My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms until I bled.

Faith, my wolf, snarled in the back of my mind, her fury feeding mine.

Then Gavin twisted the knife even deeper.

“After you were sentenced, I had Cora dissolve our bond through the Moon Goddess,” he said, calm as ever. “We’re no longer mated.”

I stared at him, the man I once gave everything for.

I drew in a slow breath, voice like ice. “Fine, Alpha Gavin. Then pack your things. I want you out of my pack by morning.”

His laugh was mocking.

“Your pack?” he repeated, voice full of arrogance. “While you were rotting in prison, I ran this pack. I protected our people. What right do you have to come back here and claim it?”

He gave my father a look—and just like a loyal lapdog, the old man jumped in.

“Gavin’s right,” he said firmly. “He’s been a strong leader. You’ve only just come out. You don’t even know the new laws of the forest. How could we trust you with our people?”

And then Cora—the snake in my own skin—stepped forward, cradling my son in her arms like he was hers.

“Please, Chloe,” she said sweetly. “Even if you don’t care about us, think of the child. Don’t be so selfish.”

That was it.

That was the moment I saw it for what it truly was. A well-played betrayal. They never planned to welcome me back. They just wanted me gone—permanently.

I looked around at the faces I once called family. My voice dropped to a cold whisper.

“You can talk all you want—but if you think I’m giving up this pack, you’re delusional.”

Because what they didn’t know was this:

Before I took the fall for Gavin, I planned for this betrayal. I hid every confidential pack document in the Silver Moon Sanctuary.

Cora may look like me. She might’ve mimicked my scent, my signature, even my voice. But she can’t open my vault.

Because the Moon might give twins the same face, but it never gives them the same soul.

Only I can open that strongbox. And when I do, I’ll take back everything they stole from me.