From the Ashes: The Broken Luna Returns

"Choose one," the Rogue leader laughed, holding a silver knife to my throat. Beside me, my husband Connor, the Alpha, looked between me and Gemma.

I begged him through our mind-link. I was his mate. I was his Luna. But Connor turned his back on me.

"Haven is strong," he said coldly. "Gemma is fragile. I choose Gemma."

He walked away with another woman in his arms, leaving me to die in a factory filled with poisonous silver dust. To survive, I forced my broken body to shift and jumped into the freezing industrial river.

I survived the water, but the life inside me didn't.

The "miracle pup" we had tried three years for... was gone.

When I dragged myself back to the Pack, bleeding and empty, Connor didn't smell my grief. He only cared that I had "scared" Gemma. He even used his Alpha Command to force me into submission when I tried to expose her lies.

"You are jealous and heartless," he spat at me.

He was right. My heart was dead.

So while he was out hunting for his "missing" mistress, I set the Pack House on fire.

I threw a single item into the safe zone for him to find in the ashes: the ultrasound photo of the son his betrayal had killed.

Then, I turned my back on the flames and walked away to find the man who would treat me like a Queen.

Chapter 1

Haven POV:

The abandoned factory smelled like wet rust and the sour, unwashed funk of Rogues—wolves without a pack, feral and desperate.

But underneath that, a sharper, metallic tang made the hair on my arms stand up. Silver.

"Well, Alpha Jones," a voice rasped from the shadows. "Looks like you’re in a bind."

My knees hit the concrete hard. Chains bound my wrists, burning like dry ice. Silver-infused alloy. It didn't just hurt; it severed the line to my wolf, Seraphina. She was pacing in the back of my mind, scratching at the walls of my consciousness, whining in muffled agony.

Beside me, Connor was on his knees too. His breathing was ragged. Blood dripped from a gash on his forehead, matting his dark hair. Even bound, he radiated that Alpha intensity. He was the CEO of Apex Dynamics, the leader of the pack. Strength personified.

And he was my mate.

"Let them go," Connor growled. His voice vibrated in my chest, a low rumble of thunder. "Your beef is with me."

The Rogue leader stepped into the light. He was a mess of scars, missing an ear, holding a remote detonator in one hand and a jagged silver knife in the other.

"No, no," the Rogue clucked his tongue. "The game is simple. The exits are rigged. I have enough silver nitrate here to poison your territory’s water supply for a decade. But I’m feeling generous. You leave with one female."

He gestured to the far corner.

Gemma was tied to a chair, sobbing. She looked fragile, her