My Husband Tried to Kill Me for His Chosen Luna

The coastal road stretched before us, winding through ancient pine forests that gave way to breathtaking ocean views. I kept my eyes on the road, but my attention was divided between the winding coastal highway and the trembling figure beside me.

"Are you okay, Sasha?" I asked, glancing at my sister-in-law huddled in the passenger seat. Her fingers clutched a small velvet pouch containing her scent-soothing artifacts—her lifeline in a world that often overwhelmed her senses.

"I'm fine," she whispered, though her voice betrayed her anxiety. "Just... thank you for bringing me here, Anastasia."

I reached across the console and squeezed her hand. "Of course. The Moonlight Bay Territory is the perfect place for you to heal. No one will judge you here."

Sasha's wolf had been dormant since the rogue attack three years ago—the attack she'd suffered while saving my mate, August. The pack called her weak, but I knew better. Sasha was anything but weak.

"We're almost there," I said as we rounded the final bend. "The Alpha Villa has everything you need—private beach access, healing pools, and the most talented therapists in our territory."

The Moonlight Bay Territory was the Silver Claw Pack's crown jewel—a secluded resort perched on cliffs overlooking the Pacific. It was meant for healing, for retreat, for rebuilding broken wolves. And Sasha needed rebuilding more than anyone I knew.

As we pulled up to the security gate, I rolled down my window and flashed my Luna ID card.

"Luna Anastasia," the guard said with a respectful nod. "Welcome to Moonlight Bay."

I smiled politely as we were waved through. "I've reserved the Alpha Villa for the next two weeks. My sister-in-law needs specialized care."

The guard's expression flickered briefly—something I might have missed if I hadn't been watching so closely. "Of course, Luna. Drive safe."

Something in his tone made my wolf stir uneasily within me.

We parked in the private lot adjacent to the Alpha Villa—the most exclusive accommodation on the property, reserved for pack leadership. I came around to help Sasha from the car.

"These artifacts need to stay close to me," she murmured, clutching her velvet pouch as I steadied her with a gentle hand.

"I'll carry them for you," I offered, taking the pouch and tucking it into my bag. "Let's get you settled in."

The path to the villa was lined with indigenous plants that released calming scents—another reason why this place was perfect for Sasha's recovery. But as we approached the entrance, my steps faltered.

Something was wrong.

I slid my key card into the reader, but instead of the green light indicating access, it flashed red.

"Strange," I muttered, trying again. "I confirmed the reservation yesterday."

The receptionist who had been hovering nearby looked increasingly uncomfortable. Her eyes darted between us and the villa door, her hands twisting nervously.

"Is there a problem?" I asked, my Luna authority seeping into my voice.

"No, Luna, it's just—" she began, but never finished.

The door swung open from