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His Broken Luna From The Shadows

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 606    |    Released on: Today at 14:16

o Beatrice and Julian, his face a mask of p

." He turned on his heel a

d Iris, the girl reached out a hand, her voic

d past as if Iris were invisible. Iris's f

o, fresh tears welling

ire family's dysfunctional dance. His blue eyes were deep

shed floors reflecting their distorted figures. He s

door. A pink ribbon was tied to the handle. It

shed the

lls, and cloying floral scents. It wa

a note of vindictive pleasure in his voice. "You'll b

had been scrubbed clean of her e

expected nothing from thi

he said calmly, a

young maid who was hovering nervously nearb

d. She gave Eleanor a

saw the darting eyes, the way she coul

slow, del

to Julian. "I wish

in this entire family who had ever

is not well. She doesn't need you upsetting h

t, all in one. He was using the one

f something moved in Eleanor's

ects," she said, her voice

't think I don't know what you're planning! You want

r her arm. She sidestepped him

. Enraged and embarrass

tumbled backward, crashing into a decorative console table by the

tairs, saw the whole thing. "Julian

nd, but his bravado returned insta

't look at any of them. Her gaze was fixed on her

help her, but stopped dead when E

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His Broken Luna From The Shadows
His Broken Luna From The Shadows
“For fifteen years, Eleanor Montgomery lived as the beloved young lady of the Montgomery Werewolf Manor, cherished and adored by everyone around her. Yet a sudden truth shattered her entire world-she was not a pure-blooded Montgomery, but merely a common-blooded werewolf. Once the truth came to light, every bit of affection that had once belonged to her was stripped away. Lord and Lady Montgomery poured all their tenderness into their newly returned biological daughter, Iris. Julian, her elder brother who had once doted on her endlessly, pushed her off the stone terrace with his own hands to protect Iris, severing their years of sibling bond without hesitation. Even her fiancé, Duke Alistair Sinclair, the war hero who commanded the werewolf cavalry, chose to stand firmly by Iris's side. For Iris's sake, the people who had once loved her watched silently as she was wrongfully accused and humiliated, not lifting a finger to help. They stripped her of her noble title and reduced her to a lowly servant. For three long years, she endured filthy, grueling toil at the bottom of the manor, abandoned and forgotten by everyone. When the three years finally passed, the Montgomerys who had cast her aside came to her in utter despair, begging through tears, "Eleanor, we were wrong. Come home with us." Proud and arrogant all his life, Julian knelt outside her humble cottage through the freezing night, his voice broken and desperate. "Eleanor, can you forgive me?" Duke Alistair Sinclair walked toward her, covered in fresh, unhealed battle scars, his figure worn from endless wars. His eyes were filled with nothing but regret and longing. "Eleanor... look at me again. Care for me once more. Please." But her heart had died long ago, buried in those endless, hopeless days and crushing disappointments of the past three years. Care for him? Eleanor let out a cold, bitter laugh. Her heart had turned to dust long ago, no warmth left to give. Later, Eleanor met a man who loved her with every fiber of his being. He guarded her fiercely and gave her a peaceful, happy life she had never known. Watching her live in bliss, all those who had hurt and abandoned her could only stand far away, too afraid to approach. Consumed by remorse and cowardice, they feared that in the days to come, they would lose even the right to gaze at her from afar.”