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The Forsaken Luna's Rise To The Crown

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 873    |    Released on: 01/07/2026

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Gala. The moon cast long, skeletal shadows across the road, and th

tled into a bubbling, irrepressib

thought Lady Seraphina was going to swallow her own tongue! Y

ed smile this time. "It

opping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know, I heard the maids in the po

placed by a sharp flick

de. "He's going to award the 'Moon's Laurel' at the end of the

a jolt through me, a phantom pa

my internal turmoil. "They say the winner gets the King's personal favor. And... s

had put her on Prince Damien's radar. It had given her the access and the perceived status she needed to become his confidante,

She had been thrilled. Britta's public humiliation had

that happen. I could not let Gwendolyn win it either. Sh

ces? Spread rumors of my own? No, that was their

ng, struck me. A thought the old Eleno

didn't jus

I won it

iet life. But the old Elenore was dead, buried in a snowy forest. The new Elenore knew tha

the lies whispered by his son? When Prince Damien eventually made his move against my family, a public endorseme

enough to simply avenge the dead. I had to outmaneuver the l

way. I looked out the window at the warm lights of my home,

a asked, her voice laced with

rt. I gave her a small, mysterious smile. "I was just thinking, Fiona,"

e were waiting for me. The news of the night's ev

arth, his arms crossed over his broad chest,

ice filling the hall. "We heard

an alright, F

t the one I had crafted for Ryder. The stor

in my eyes, the confidence in my posture, and he saw a daughter he had never seen

e said, placing a heavy, warm hand on my shoulder, "kn

spine. My decision was made. I would ente

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The Forsaken Luna's Rise To The Crown
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“I was the beloved daughter of the Stonecrest Pack's Alpha, deeply in love with my destined mate, Everet. But in the freezing snowy forest, the man who had sworn to protect me shot a silver arrow straight through my chest. As I choked on my own blood, he looked at me not with concern, but with the detached appraisal of a butcher examining meat. "You and your precious pack are a gift," he smiled coldly. "My offering to Prince Damien." Because of my naive trust, my father was framed and executed, my loyal pack was slaughtered, and my reputation was dragged through the mud. Everet ruthlessly twisted my wrist, mocking me as a weak 'Trophy Daughter,' before his men fired the final arrow into my heart. As I fell into the bottomless darkness, my soul burned with agonizing hatred. Why did the mate I loved become the monster who destroyed my entire world? Why did our trusted royal ally orchestrate our ruin? I cursed them with my dying breath, swearing that if I had another chance, I would tear their schemes apart. Opening my eyes again, I wasn't in the afterlife. I was sitting in my childhood bedroom. I had returned to six years ago, on the very day of the Harvest Moon Gala-the exact night my tragic downfall began. Looking at my young face in the mirror, a flame of cold hatred ignited in my eyes. This time, there would be no weak Trophy Daughter. I would make everyone who betrayed my family pay in blood.”