Blood Moon Revenge: The wolf who got her life backChapter1: Under The Blood Moon
Seven years of loyalty, sacrifice, and devotion to Lukas Harrow, Alpha of the Blacksky Pack. Seven years, gone. Under the light of the Blood Moon, everything fell apart.
The night had started beautifully. A bouquet of 9,999 nightshade roses—meant to symbolize eternal love—arrived at my den, along with a velvet box holding a silver anklet. It was gorgeous, the delicate engravings sparkling like stolen stars. Lukas had never been the romantic type. For a moment, I allowed myself to believe he was finally apologizing for years of neglect.
I should’ve known better.
I posted a picture of the roses online, hoping to share a rare moment of happiness with the pack. Then came the comment from Lukas’s prized she-wolf, Celeste Drayton:
"Funny how some people settle for leftovers."
The ground felt like it was splitting beneath me. My hands trembled as more comments flooded in, whispers of betrayal. Then the truth hit me like a blow.
Celeste wasn’t just mocking me. She was wearing the moonstone collar—the Alpha’s heirloom, meant for his true mate. Worse, they had been spotted in a private den beneath the ridge, laughing together loudly enough for the patrols to hear.
Rage took over my disbelief. I grabbed the bouquet and marched to their den, the roses burning my nostrils. My wolf, Maia, urged me to confront them.
"Calm down," I told her. But I couldn’t calm down. Not after this.
When I arrived, they were having dinner. Candles lit up an expensive feast as Celeste, wearing an emerald gown, sipped from a crystal goblet. The moonstone collar glowed at her neck, mocking me.
Lukas leaned back in his chair, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. He didn’t even flinch when I barged in.
"Ayla," he said with a drawl, his voice dripping with anger "What are you doing here?"
I threw the bouquet at their table, knocking over their wine. It spilled across the cloth, red as blood.
"Discussing pack strategies, are we?" I hissed, my voice shaking. "Or is this the ‘strategy’ that involves claiming another she-wolf as your mate?"
Celeste laughed, her voice sharp and cruel.
"Oh, Ayla. You’re so predictable. You think this is about strategy?" She stood, smoothing her gown as she walked toward Lukas. "He chose me because I’m better. Better-looking. Better-bred. Just... better."