His Broken Luna From The Shadows

Chapter 7

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mmand, stammered a "Yes, miss

d forward and grabbed her good arm. "Ellie

and looked at Beatrice, her eyes like

ite me a single letter? Did you

iet, but they echoed

ears streaming down her face, her mou

gan to speak, her tone detached, as if she

fingers and toes get frostbite. When the nails rot

each word was a hammer b

you got sick from it, you lay on the cold floorboards and wait

grew louder, her

would throw hot soup on us, or use a lea

if my fall hurt. I'll tell you now. It d

d to argue, to say something, but what could he say? All

e couldn't process that the sister h

n Iris. "Do you still think a

ne tears. She looked utterly heartbroken. "Si

know. You were too busy wearing the beautiful dresses my mothe

l, expertly dissecting

s. The shame was too much to bear; it twisted back into anger

think we wanted this? If you hadn't committed such a grav

him coldly. "What

involved the princess. He di

was still vulnerable. "And don't you forget, Alistair is

ir's name at he

Alistair heard his name. His ja

arp, quick pain deep inside. But

to be anything,"

away. This time, no

xture of awe and fea

eckage: a broken Beatrice, a see

round the corner. Only then did he t

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His Broken Luna From The Shadows

Mo Xiaoxiao Werewolf

“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.”