The Luna's WrathChapter 1:
They betrayed me.
While I was doing everything I could to find my kidnapped sister, and while I searched tirelessly for the tonic that would restore my husband’s strength, they betrayed me—stabbing me in the back while I fought for them. They sank their teeth into my trust and feasted on my foolishness.
"I love you, Daniel," I heard my sister whisper.
The sound of their lips clashing in a hungry battle for dominance filled the room. Clothes lay discarded on the floor, and the dim glow from the lamp spoke of intimacy—not salvation. They weren’t in need of rescue but were lost in the ecstasy of their betrayal, mocking my love and my sacrifices.
“She’s pregnant, Daniel. What if she finds out I’m not really kidnapped and only hiding here in Mommy's secret hideout? She’d go mad."
I clenched my teeth, eyes squeezed shut, as my world cracked beneath my feet. For a month, I had searched for my adopted sister, Karina, believing I had to be the strong one now that our parents were dead. My husband had returned from war two weeks later, weakened after slaughtering a rival pack to protect his rule over the city of Versales.
I did everything I could—while carrying his babies—to save them both. And this is how they repay me?
“Don’t worry about that. Once she loses the baby, I’ll use it as my excuse to leave her,” Daniel said, his voice dripping with greed and cruelty.
None of them knows I am carrying twins.
How could Karina, the sister I would have died for, become this deceitful, bloodthirsty leech? How could Izaac, the man I loved with every fiber of my soul, so desperately crave freedom from me?
“You know I’m pregnant too,” Karina whispered. “It’s your brother’s. What are we going to do, Daniel? I can’t kill him like you’re planning to kill Karylle.”
I staggered back from the door, my breath caught in my throat. I almost screamed when I saw someone standing in the shadows, dark and brooding, eyes flickering gold as sharp fangs glinted in the dim light.
I raised my trembling hands. “Devon…”
He didn’t move. His heavy footsteps made no sound as he drew closer.
“Devon, don’t do this,” I hissed. "We can't retaliate now!”
I reached for him to stop him, but my weakened body betrayed me. He was a towering force, unyielding, unhearing.
He moved toward the room where his brother—my husband—lay with my sister. Devon had heard everything!