The 99th Prank: The Alpha’s Dead Luna
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They played ninety-nine pranks on me to break my brother. For the ninety-ninth, I gave them a corpse.
For three years, I was the secret girlfriend of Damien, heir to the Bloodmoon Pack and my brother’s sworn enemy. For three years, I was his hidden toy, and I sat through ninety-eight cruel “pranks” without ever knowing they were pranks.
When they planned the last one, locking me alone in a condemned tower overnight, I finally woke up.
I faked my death. I let him find the ruins. I let him hear the words that would destroy him: “She was three months pregnant.”
Then I disappeared to London and started over.
When Damien finally found me, he had already destroyed everyone who ever hurt me. He had handed my brother land his family had fought over for three generations. And he was on his knees, begging me to come home.
But the dead don’t come back. And neither does my love.
For three years, I was the secret girlfriend of Damien, heir to the Bloodmoon Pack and my brother’s sworn enemy. For three years, I was his hidden toy, and I sat through ninety-eight cruel “pranks” without ever knowing they were pranks.
When they planned the last one, locking me alone in a condemned tower overnight, I finally woke up.
I faked my death. I let him find the ruins. I let him hear the words that would destroy him: “She was three months pregnant.”
Then I disappeared to London and started over.
When Damien finally found me, he had already destroyed everyone who ever hurt me. He had handed my brother land his family had fought over for three generations. And he was on his knees, begging me to come home.
But the dead don’t come back. And neither does my love.

















































