Semua Bab Mated to the wrong Alpha, reborn as the strongest Luna: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The silver cup trembled in my hands, moonlight reflected on its polished surface like a thousand accusing eyes. Around me, the entire Silvercrest pack had gathered in the great hall, their faces showing anger and hate. My knees ached against the cold stone floor where Kieran had forced me down, but the pain in my body was nothing compared to my broken heart. "Drink it,"Kieran said loudly. The voice that once said sweet words to me now sounded cruel and mean. I looked up at him—my mate, my Alpha, the man I had loved for four years—now I barely knew him anymore. His silver eyes, once warm and kind, now looked at me with cold anger. Behind him, Selene stood with her hand resting protectively over her supposedly pregnant belly, her lips curved in what anyone else might mistake for concern. But I knew that smile. I had seen it a thousand times growing up together, every time she'd gotten something she wanted. Something that had been mine first. "Kieran, please." My voice cracked, and

I knew something was wrong the moment I walked into the great hall and saw the decorations.Silver decorations hung from the ceiling, catching the afternoon light and spreading it across the floor like fallen stars. Tables had been arranged along the walls, covered with food and drink—far too much for a simple pack gathering. The air felt tense with excitement. Wolves stood in small groups, whispering and smiling like they were hiding a secret.My stomach felt tight with fear."Elara!" One of the younger wolves, Cassidy, ran up to me with a bright smile. "Isn't it exciting? The Alpha is making a special announcement tonight. Everyone's talking about it."“What announcement?” I asked. My voice came out sharper than I had intended, and Cassidy's smile faded a little. "Well, no one knows exactly, but—" She leaned in close, dropping her voice to a whisper. "—everyone thinks it has something to do with Selene. They've been spending so much time together lately, and she's been glowing. You

The sound of celebration crashed over me like waves, threatening to pull me under. I sat stiffly in the Luna's chair, my hands gripping the armrests so tightly my knuckles had gone white. Around me, the pack celebrated—drinking, laughing, congratulating Selene as she basked in the attention she'd always craved.My attention.My position.My mate.Kieran stood beside Selene now, his hand resting on her lower back in a gesture of protection and possession that should have been mine. Through the mate bond, I felt his satisfaction, his relief, his hope for the future.A future that didn't include me."A toast!" Elder Thorne raised his glass, his weathered face creased with real joy. "To Selene Greyson, mother of the next Alpha! May the Moon Goddess bless her and the child she carries!"“To Selene!” everyone shouted.I lifted my own glass automatically, the crystal trembling in my grip. The wine tasted bitter, like dust on my tongue.Selene caught my eye across the room and smiled—that sa

I woke slowly, my body heavy and aching, as though I had been crushed beneath a mountain during the night. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. Then the familiar canopy of my bed came into view, moonlight spilling softly through the tall windows. My room. Our room. The quiet felt wrong after the chaos of last night. My head throbbed, and when I tried to move, a sharp wave of weakness rolled through me, forcing a small gasp from my lips. I lifted a trembling hand to my face. My skin felt tight. Dry. When I pushed myself upright and caught sight of my reflection in the mirror across the room, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. Dark circles shadowed my eyes, deep and bruised-looking, making my face appear hollow. I looked… fragile. Weak. My hand drifted to my stomach without thinking. Last night came rushing back. The celebration. Selene’s smile. You’re pregnant, Luna. A shaky breath escaped me. The thought still felt unreal, like a fragile dream that migh

I woke to warmth and softness. A bed. I was in an actual bed, with clean sheets and a thick quilt pulled up to my chin. Afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, lighting up a room that was both elegant and comfortable. For a moment, I thought I was back in my room at Silvercrest. That everything had been nothing but a nightmare. Then I saw my hands, and reality came crashing back. Still wrong. Still not mine. "You're awake." The voice came from beside the bed, deep and warm and filled with such deep relief it made my chest ache. I turned my head to find a man sitting in a chair pulled close to the bedside, his elbows resting on his knees, his face tired and unshaven with several days' worth of beard. He was handsome in a rugged way—strong jaw, high cheekbones, dark hair that fell to his shoulders. But it was his eyes that caught me. Grey as storm clouds, and filled with an emotion so intense it was almost painful to witness. Love. He looked at me with such co