After My Death: Second Chance To Be The Luna Queen

Celeste Thorn’s  POV

I just got married today. Yet, my new husband, my Alpha… was nowhere to be found.

But standing over me was Olivia Blackwood. The daughter of the neighboring Alpha, heiress to the old Blackwood fortune, and... my husband’s former mate. 

I glared up at her, my chest heaving. She had just barged into my bridal suite, slashed my arm with her claws, and shoved me to the floor. 

I struggled to push myself up, calling upon my healer lineage to knit the torn flesh back together.

Olivia let out a cruel, mocking laugh. “Do you actually think you get to be his Luna?” she sneered. 

I scoffed, masking my rising panic. “If you’re just here because he chose me over you—”

“He never chose you, Celeste,” she interrupted, her eyes flashing with ruthless pity. “He never did.”

I swallowed hard, stepping back while keeping my glare fixed on her. “I am the new Luna of the Feral Pack now. Back off, or you will face the consequences—”

She simply crossed her arms, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. “Is that so? Then why are you completely alone?”

Suddenly, the doors burst open. Ten Feral Pack warriors flooded into the room. A wave of relief washed over me for a split second—until they flanked Olivia instead, baring their teeth at me. 

My heart dropped. I didn't understand. What was going on?

“Take her!” Olivia ordered coldly.

I fought back with everything I had. My wolf surged forward, driving my claws into the nearest warrior's chest, but I was brutally outnumbered. 

Ten against one. I ducked a sweeping strike and kicked another warrior away, my mind spinning in frantic confusion. 

Why were my own pack members attacking me? 

I immediately pulled out my phone and called Caius. It rang endlessly before he finally answered. “Caius! Help me! Olivia—”

“Enough, Celeste! Are you seriously doing this right now? I’m in the middle of a meeting with all the packs now, and you’re making a scene!”

“Please, listen to me—”

“Why would I listen to the woman who made me look like a fool? And you have the audacity to scream for my attention tonight, while half the pack is whispering that the pup isn’t even mine?” he snapped, his voice strained with pain.

What the hell was he talking about? But before I could speak, the line went dead. He had angrily hung up.

My trembling fingers hit redial. I was desperate to ask what lies he had been fed, but the line just rang and rang. He was ignoring me. 

Suddenly, Olivia's hand shot out, snatching the phone from my grip. She hurled it against the hard floor and glared at me.

"See?" Olivia purred, an evil smirk playing on her lips. "Caius believes me."

I glared at her, my blood boiling as I prepared to lunge. "What did you say to him?! Did you tell him the pup I’m carrying isn't his?!"

"Well, isn't it?" she taunted softly.

I grabbed her fiercely by the collar, but before I could strike, a heavy blow caught my jaw. One of the Feral Pack warriors slapped me so hard I tasted blood, roughly throwing me back to the floor.

I glared up at the imposing men. "Are you insane?! You have no idea what you've just done! You are raising a hand against your Luna!"

The Gamma stepped forward, looking down at me with disgust. They had never accepted me; they had always revered Olivia's strength, viewing her as the perfect, ruthless Luna their Alpha deserved. "You are not our Luna anymore," the Gamma spat. "Beta Maximus confessed to everyone. He admitted you two have been having a secret affair. He’s been sneaking into your chambers every night—"

"That was because he was protecting my pregnancy!" I screamed, my voice cracking. "He told me Caius ordered him to guard me!"

Olivia knelt beside me, "And you actually believed him? Oh, you poor, naive thing. That night you were drugged... did you really think it was Caius you slept with?"

My heart stopped. The fuzzy memories, the darkness... "N-No..." I gasped, my eyes widening in horror. "You... you're the one who drugged me?!"

I slapped her hard across the face. A sharp smack echoed in the room, but Olivia didn't even flinch. She just smiled wickedly and slapped me back twice as hard, making my ears ring. 

She stood up tall, brushing herself off, and turned to the warriors who were already bowing their heads in complete submission to her.

"Caius is busy dealing with the Elders right now, cleaning up your filthy mess," Olivia declared, her voice echoing with absolute authority. She looked coldly at the Gamma and said, "As the true Luna of the Feral Pack, I order you to execute the former Luna."

"But..." Alexander, the Gamma, hesitated, his eyes darting to my swollen belly. Killing a pregnant female—even a traitor—was a heavy taboo.

"Alexander... are you questioning me now?" Olivia smirked with a dangerous warning.

Using their momentary distraction, I scrambled for my cracked phone on the floor. My trembling fingers hit the redial button. There’s no way Caius would turn his back on me. He just needs to hear the truth.

To my shock, he picked up. "Caius! Listen to me—"

"Is it true?" His voice was cold, devoid of the love I knew. "The pup isn't mine? You slept with my own Beta?!" He wasn't listening to my pleas; he had already convicted me.

"Caius, no! It's yours! I swear it's yours!" I sobbed, clutching my stomach.

Before he could respond, Olivia snatched the phone from my grip. Her cruel expression instantly melted into one of fake sympathy as she pressed the phone to her ear. "Caius..." she cooed softly. She nodded, her eyes locking onto mine with a triumphant gleam. "Yes... yes, we will take care of her. Of course. Focus on the Elders."

She ended the call and tossed the phone aside. Then she turned to the Gamma. "Do it. It's the Alpha's order."

“No! No! please!” I scrambled backward, desperately trying to protect my womb, but it was too late. Alexander had plunged a silver blade right into my back.

I coughed up a splatter of dark blood, collapsing onto the cold stone floor. I clutched my stomach, unable to scream as the silver burned through my veins, paralyzing my wolf.

Olivia knelt gracefully beside my twitching body. She wrapped her hand over Alexander's on the hilt of the knife and twisted it deeper. 

I choked on my own blood as she leaned in, her lips brushing my ear.

"If he really cared for you," she whispered, "he wouldn't have ordered your death."