The Luna He Betrayed

She Stole My Pack Twice

The first thing Elaria noticed was the scent.

Not cedarwood.

Not the expensive bourbon Ronan always drank after late-night Alpha meetings.

Not even the rain soaking through her coat after the long drive back from her grandmother’s territory.

No.

It was vanilla and jasmine.

Sweet.

Female.

And everywhere.

Elaria froze in the entrance hall of the Blackwood estate, fingers tightening around the handle of her suitcase.

Her wolf stirred uneasily beneath her skin.

Something’s wrong.

The mansion was too quiet.

Normally, Omega servants moved constantly through the halls. Someone always greeted the Luna the second she stepped inside.

Tonight?

Nothing.

Only silence.

And that scent.

Her stomach twisted violently.

Slowly, Elaria looked toward the second floor.

Toward the Alpha suite she shared with her mate.

Ronan Blackwood.

The most powerful Alpha on the eastern territories.

Her mate.

The man chosen for her by the Moon Goddess herself.

At least, that was what she used to believe.

Then she heard it.

A laugh.

Breathy.

Female.

Coming from upstairs.

Elaria stopped breathing.

Another laugh echoed through the mansion.

Then Ronan’s voice.

Low.

Amused.

“Careful, princess.”

The world tilted slightly beneath her feet.

Because Ronan was supposed to be at the Midnight Council tonight.

Because her stepsister was supposed to be staying at the Silverfang Pack.

Because fate couldn’t possibly be cruel enough to repeat the same nightmare twice.

But deep down—

Elaria already knew.

Her wolf knew too.

The mate bond pulsed painfully beneath her ribs now, like a warning.

Still, she forced herself upstairs.

One step at a time.

The Blackwood estate once belonged to her mother.

The former Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack.

Every piece of art on these walls had been chosen by her mother’s hands.

Every white rose arrangement.

Every candle.

Every silver-framed photograph.

Elaria remembered being twelve years old, following her mother through these halls while Omega maids smiled warmly at them both.

Back then, this mansion felt like home.

Then her mother got sick.

And Lenora Vale moved in.

The Alpha’s mistress.

Elaria still remembered the whispers spreading through the Pack.

Alpha Draven brought another woman into the Luna’s home.

While Luna Seraphine is still alive.

She remembered finding Lenora sitting in her mother’s favorite chair wearing her mother’s silk robe.

Then two months later—

Her mother died.

And Lenora stayed.

Soon after came Lenora’s daughter.

Vaelyn.

Beautiful.

The perfect replacement daughter for Elaria’s father.

Now that same girl was upstairs with Elaria’s mate.

The bedroom door wasn’t fully closed.

Warm golden light spilled into the hallway.

And inside—

Elaria’s world shattered.

Vaelyn lay tangled in Elaria’s sheets wearing nothing except Ronan’s black dress shirt.

Ronan stood between her legs shirtless, one hand gripping her thigh possessively.

Their scents mixed heavily in the air.

Intimate.

Disgusting.

Vaelyn giggled softly as Ronan kissed her neck.

“What if your Luna comes home early?”

Ronan smirked against her skin.

“She won’t.”

The mate bond snapped violently inside Elaria’s chest.

Pain exploded through her