Died as His Luna, Returned as His Nightmare

a's

oise lately?" a muffled voice drifted through the h

in and pity. "To think of how enviable she used to be... the way the Alpha dote

sorrow washed over me. The cold of this damp, lightless prison was a physical thing, a creature with i

ace flashed in the darkness. Alpha Hardi

mth of his large hands holding mine as he made his unwavering vows

mises had morphed i

reject you, Elara

ld rather endure the agonizing, soul-tearing backlash of defying the Moon Goddess's sacred law than remain

mind. Estella Monroe. My supposed

alming incense" to ease my anxiety. I didn't know it was laced with wolfsbane. I di

p of tea. But as she leaned in close, the warmth vanished from her f

"Hardin never wanted a mate. He just wanted an heir. And now that I'm carrying his

e porcelain cup shattered violently against the stone floor. She collapsed, clutchi

ll, drawing everyone's horrified attention. "I know you're jealou

. All

r, his large, battle-scarred hands trembling as he pulled her into his arms. The faint scent of wolfsbane

ss picture of a heartbroken, terrified mother. "She

ures as he realized his unborn pup was slipping away. He held Estella tighter, his broad sh

de in his eyes were entirely gone, re

d, my voice trembling with desperation. "S

He looked down at me as if I were a monster, his voice dripping with profound disappointment and ic

od from the divine backlash of his rejection, I caught a glimpse of her face behind Hardin's broad back. The mask of the terrified victim slipped, revealing

attering the fragmented memories in my mind. H

ound the small object in my palm-a wooden wol

child. My

to it, staining the pal

suddenly felt like laughing out loud. Hardin only saw that his mistress had lost h

ly taking shape inside me-those were the happiest times for Hardin and me. He even

hild in my arms. It died in

could I possibly kill someon

nths of neglect and the biting cold of this prison had allowed ill

ast words echoed in my ears, mocking me. A fierce

aming in the silent dark, I will overthrow all of this. I

ad. With the last of my strength, I pres

bleak twilight spilled in, casting the silhouettes of Bree and Skye. Th

ee's voice was

pity that came far too late. "She's barely breath

ords, a whisper lost to the wind

closed my eyes, losing consciousness as the wor

sinking into an endl

the absolute noth

etic force yanking me b

uddenly filling with

ng unwillingness and profound