Chapter 1
For two whole years, I was tortured by them—over and over again.
During a clash with a rival pack, I fought off several rogue Alphas to stay alive.
My left leg was torn apart. Crushed bone. It never healed.
Never will.
They knew I was the former Luna of the Foster Pack.
They lashed me with silver whips.
Silver poison sinks into the marrow.
It burns.
It strips a wolf of her shift.
It never stops—day or night.
And him—Alpha Yves?
He never came.
He once said I was the best Luna our pack had ever seen.
He stayed calm even when other Alphas put their hands on my shoulders.
But when Wendy's fingers were brushed by another Alpha?
He cut the guy’s hand clean off.
One night, I overheard him speaking to another Alpha from a neighboring tribe.
“She’s just convenient,” he said. “Why would I ever make her my Luna?”
“I’ve waited years for Wendy. Miya’s just to pass the time.”
He laughed.
Said the way I worshipped him was pathetic.
I escaped eventually.
Covered in blood.
Limping.
I returned to the Foster Pack.
I found Lambert in the backyard, omegas’ room.
Living with omegas.
Eating rotten scraps.
He’s the son of an Alpha.
My son.
Our son.
The Moon Goddess gave him to me and Yves.
Now he was crawling like a stray mutt in the dirt.
Alpha Yves was inside.
Smiling.
Hosting a full moon party for his new son.
Wendy, alpha yves’ sister in law, his elder brother’s mate, held the newborn in her arms while Yves announced that the bonding ceremony would be held in six days.
Wendy, his sister-in-law, would become the new Luna.
I held in the pain.
Lifted Lambert—just bones and breath.
He hadn’t awakened his Alpha scent yet, but his chest was still rising and falling.
I whispered, “Lambert, we don’t need that father.”
I walked into the courtyard of the Foster Pack’s old estate.
The party was in full swing.
Alpha Yves was slipping the Luna ruby ring onto Wendy’s finger.
That ring—
The Elders had given it to me, long ago.
During the old ceremony.
When I was still Luna.
Yves was announcing the date.
Wendy leaned into him, cradling the baby.
Smiling like she was born for it.
They looked blessed by the Moon Goddess, like they were meant to be.
But they weren’t.
He turned.
Saw me.
Even with my face covered in blood and my hair matted into ropes—
He recognized me instantly.
His eyes lit up—
That instinct only an Alpha feels when his fated mate is still alive.
He started moving toward me.
“Miya—”
Wendy grabbed his sleeve.
“Alpha Yves…”
Soft voice.
Pleading.
He stopped.
Swallowed his words.
His face changed—from joy, to guilt.
The guests noticed me.
They saw the limp, the blood, the scars.
Their expressions twisted.
“What kind of crazy female wolf crashes a celebration like this?”
“Wait—doesn’t she look like Alpha Yves’ dead Luna? Miya?
Didn’t he say she was killed by a rival pack two years ago?”
“Wendy was the one who helped him heal.
They fell in love.
They had a child together.”
I almost laughed.
Dead Luna?
I didn’t even know I’d died.
“If she’s alive… then what does that make Wendy?
The she-wolf who broke a bond?”
“Miya was never dead, and Wendy still forced her way into Alpha Yves’ bed—”
Wendy’s face turned pale.
She bit her lip, slowly pulled off the ring, and said with tears in her eyes:
“If everyone says this… then I don’t want the ring.
Let’s cancel the bonding ceremony.
I don’t want the title.
I just want to stay beside you and the baby.”
Alpha Yves panicked.
He quickly slid the ring back onto her hand.
“Wendy, don’t say that.
You gave birth to the heir of Foster Pack.
You were blessed by the Moon Goddess.
You’re our Luna.
Nothing can change that.”
Lambert started coughing in my arms.
Hard.
Blood splattered out of his mouth—
Landed on Yves’ polished Italian shoes.
Yves flinched.
His expression shifted.
He stepped back.
That motion—
It dragged up a memory I had tried to bury.
It was raining.
I was soaked.
I had Lambert in my arms, burning up with fever.
We were outside Yves’ office—
The pack’s council chamber.
The door was slightly open.
I heard him say to the butler:
“Take that cursed woman and her bastard to the storage room.
Don’t let them stain my territory.”
Now, standing here,
He gave me that exact same look.
I stared at him.
I couldn’t believe it.
Alpha Yves—
You told me—
Our Lambert was the only true heir of Foster Pack.
