The Betrayed Luna's Vow Of Vengeance

Chapter 2

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puttered and died. The chatter and laughter faded into a shocked, suffocating silence. Ev

n his stormy grey eyes met mine, I saw no remorse.

linched away from his chest, scurrying to hide behind his ma

ker said, his voice a low growl. It

through the cro

e? I thought sh

ss, she's wit

bout th

duty to know every guest in our territory," I said, my tone deliberately formal, every word crisp and clear. This w

ks of that whore!* Kara snarled, he

g at my public defiance. He was the Alp

, maybe I should go..." she whispered, her voice trembling pi

s the aggressor. I watched as the hard lines of Ryker's face softened instantly. He turned his he

and did something that made

himself firmly in front of Faye, completely

s brutally, un

hose

me-a crushing wave of his Alpha's Command. It wasn't a spoken order, but a pure, dominati

, but the suffocation wasn't from his power. It was from the sheer, soul-crushing agony o

a searing, white-hot burn, as if a brand

re I fell, my pride the only thing keeping me upright.

t boomed across the silent clearing. "Faye is unde

answer. His pub

h our people before being silenced by a

ng clenched in a giant, invisible fist, squeezing until I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Five years of marriage. Five

ained, heartbroken howl. *He c

pain sharpened, so did my resolve. My eye

ing. This was the

Ryker's shoulder. A faint, triumphant smirk played on her

thing harder, colder, and far more dangerous. I met Faye's gaze

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The Betrayed Luna's Vow Of Vengeance

Jun Shangye Werewolf

“For five years, I poured my soul into ruling the Black Moon Pack alongside my fated mate, Alpha Ryker. But at our most sacred gathering, he publicly pulled his rogue ex-girlfriend, Faye, into his arms. "Faye is under my protection," he declared to the entire pack, using his crushing Alpha Command to force me, his Luna, to my knees. He didn't care that I had taken a silver blade for him, or that Faye was a traitor whose past defection had permanently crippled three of our warriors. He stripped me of my dignity, ordered me to accept his new partner, and left me alone in our marital suite. That night, my Mating Mark erupted into a searing, white-hot agony that made me vomit blood and pass out. I thought I was simply dying of a broken heart, until I remembered the forbidden lore of the "Fidelity Curse." The curse ensured that if one mate was unfaithful, every moment of their physical pleasure would be transmitted through the bond as pure, agonizing torture to the betrayed mate. I wasn't just heartbroken. My body was being forced to physiologically experience my husband's affair. The final, near-fatal wave of pain at dawn wasn't random-it was the exact moment they conceived a child. When Ryker walked in the next morning, smelling of her perfume, and proudly announced Faye was pregnant, he expected me to finally break and submit. Instead, I looked at the father of another woman's child and gave him a chilling smile. "I, Selene Thorne of the Winter Pack, have heard your declaration. Now get out of my sight. The war has begun."”