Betrayed By My Alpha: The Ghost Luna's Revenge

Chapter 4

Word Count: 657 | Released on: 28/04/2026

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the next few days. My father didn't come to see me. He sent no word. It was as if I had

furniture being moved echoed from down the hall. I knew, without having to see it, that she was making good on her

nt, Vicky came in looking more a

h tray down with a clatter. "Alpha Gareth.

e, cold and sh

confirmed, wringing her hands. "Debra, your fath

a caged wolf sensing the hunter's appro

over me. I was the daughter of an Alpha, but I had no power, n

id, standing up. "He's my fat

said, her voice full of pi

e igniting in my gut. I would not be sold o

The two guards my father had posted ou

er," I said, trying to

to leave this room," the taller

lking about!" I cried, my

were loyal to their Al

step closer to my doom. As the sun began to set, I heard footsteps appr

She was dressed for dinner in a stunning crimso

all," she announced, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

o watch me be paraded in front of that

me. It was the calmness of som

said, my voic

then her smile widened. "Excellent.

aughter. If I was going down, I was going down fighting. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hai

room, past the stunned guards, and headed for the dining hall. I was

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Betrayed By My Alpha: The Ghost Luna's Revenge

Liu Jia Werewolf

“I died alone in the medical wing giving birth to our son. "Tell her to calm down and stop the theatrics." Those were the last words my mate, the Alpha, said about me while I bled out. Instead of passing on, my soul was tethered to the packhouse. I was forced to watch my best friend Seraphina seamlessly step into my life, taking my baby and my husband before my body was even cold. To secure her place, she planted my blood-soaked birthing blanket in the woods to frame me for faking my own kidnapping. Ryker swallowed her lies completely. He refused to send a search party, telling the entire pack my disappearance was just a pathetic plea for attention and money. As a helpless ghost, I watched Seraphina brainwash my one-year-old son into calling her his mother and teach him to joyfully trample my beloved garden. "Bad mommy ran away. Don't love Kaelen." Hearing my own child parrot those venomous words was a dagger to my soul. Whenever anyone questioned my absence, Ryker fiercely defended her, dismissing the desperate warnings of my loyal friends and his own elders. The man I loved and died for treated my memory like a malicious joke, grateful for an excuse to replace me while living with my murderer. But when Seraphina's mask finally slipped, and the horrifying truth of my death crashed down on him, it was far too late. Seeing him crumble in agonizing regret brought me no comfort. I no longer wanted his love or his desperate apologies. Now, I only wanted his absolute ruin.”