Betrayed By My Alpha: The Ghost Luna's Revenge

Chapter 8

Word Count: 758 | Released on: 28/04/2026

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nimal. The moment she saw me, she rushed forwar

u alright?" she asked, her hands flutter

across my face for the first time in what felt l

? What are you talking ab

pearance, his shocking claim, and his offer of protection. As I spoke, Vicky's expr

g my hands tightly. "He's a good Alpha, Debra. Strong, honorabl

e," I added. "He said to meet

"Of course, I'm coming. Did you t

he few belongings I truly cared about. I carefully gathered the clothes my mother had made for

carefully in a soft piece of velvet and tucked them into a small wooden box. I would not leave the

hopeful energy buzzing between us. No one disturbed us. It seemed my father and M

oom. The guards were gone from the hallway. We moved like ghosts through the silent corridors, my

sed, my hand hovering near the doorknob. A part of me, the little girl who still c

it was pointless. He had made hi

oor and followed Vicky t

inks and oranges of sunrise. A sleek black car was parked just beyond the pack line

. He pushed off the car as we approached, his sil

, a hint of a smile

" I asked, a newfound conf

ed. His gaze fell to the fo

ing that matt

driver, emerged from the car and quickly loaded our lug

I felt a pang of sadness for the life I was leaving, for the mother

s leather seat of the car, Vicky beside me. Ezekiel got i

cloud of dust. I was heading into the unknown, but for the fir

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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.”