When a young heiress named Alina Walker is reborn after a tragic betrayal by her fiancé, Viktor, and best friend, Mira. Determined to exact revenge, Alina forms an alliance with Damien, the alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. As she explores a complex feeling of love, loyalty, and deception, Alina must confront her past and choose between vengeance and redemption. Will she find love and forgiveness, or will her thirst for revenge consume her?
Lihat lebih banyakChapter 1
Alina's POV
“Where the hell am I?” I struggled, the blindfold around my eyes stopped me from seeing anything
“Someone help me.” I cried out but I heard no response, all I heard were the echoes of my voice.
I lay motionless on a damp stone floor, my body trembling with weakness and pain. The cold from the dungeon-like room seeped into my bones, yet it was nothing compared to the hollow ache inside my chest.
Blood pooled beneath me, the once steady rhythm of my heartbeat slowing, each pulse weaker than the last. I could barely lift my head, but I didn't need to.
As the piece of cloth was removed from my face. I was shocked to see the man standing in front of me.
“Viktor?” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
He stood before me, his expression devoid of any warmth, any trace of the affection he once pretended to have.
“You must be surprised to see yourself tied up and I am standing here, doing nothing to save you.”
I shrugged, my gaze drifted to his face, silently pleading for something, anything that might prove this was all just a cruel nightmare.
“What's going on here? Why are you doing this to me?
He didn't respond, instead his gaze swiftly shifted to the figure entering the room. I was more shocked to see Mira, my best friend.
She strode to Victor's side, accepting a kiss from him, a passionate one, right in front of me.
Mira pulled away gently, her gaze on me and a sly smile on her lips. “Read the room, Alina.” She paused, caressing victor's shoulder gently. “Viktor here never loved you and as for me, I hated you from the very beginning.”
The harsh reality settled in like the heavy chains around my wrists. Viktor was not the man I thought he was. He never had been.
Memories flooded my mind in broken, agonizing fragments. Their first meeting, a chance encounter in the gardens of my family estate.
Viktor had been charming, disarming even. He knew exactly what to say, how to touch my hand just enough to send shivers down my spine. He made me believe in love, in fate, in him.
I had been so blind.
I stammered, my emotions crumbling. “You… you both have been deceiving me all this while. After everything I did for two.” I said, shedding painful tears.
But Mira’s laughter echoed in her ears, and Alina’s stomach churned at the memory. My best friend. My confidante. The one I had trusted above all else.
It was Mira who whispered in my ear, feeding the doubts about my family, urging me to trust Viktor, to give up everything for love. And I listened. I had turned her back on the people who had raised me, all for a man who saw me as nothing more than a tool.
A pawn in their twisted game.
A soft, mocking voice pulled me from my thoughts. "You always were so naive, Alina," Mira purred, stepping closer, her silk dress rustling against the stone floor. Her smirk was a mask of triumph, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Did you really think you could be part of something greater? That Viktor would ever love a fool like you?"
My fingers curled weakly into a fist, my nails biting into my palm. I wanted to scream, to fight back, but my body no longer listened to my desperate will.
Viktor’s cold gaze remained locked onto her, unreadable, distant. "You were useful," he said, his voice devoid of the tenderness it once held. "But you've outlived that usefulness."
I wanted to beg, to ask him why, why he had to be the one to betray her so completely. But deep down, I already knew the answer. I had learned the truth too late.
Viktor had never loved me. He had wanted power. Control. And now, the unborn child within me, the one I had secretly cherished, was a threat to everything he had built.
Tears slipped from my eyes, mixing with the dirt and blood on her cheeks. My thought of the life that could have been, the moments I would never have. The lullabies I would never sing. The soft whispers of love I would never share with her child.
"I loved you," I whispered, my voice broken, the weight of his betrayal crushing me.
Viktor didn't even flinch. "Love," he said, almost mockingly. "Such a foolish thing."
Mira chuckled, crouching beside me, my fingers tracing over the fabric of Alina’s torn dress as if savoring the destruction she had caused. "Goodbye, Alina," she whispered, her voice laced with cruel satisfaction.
Viktor snapped his finger and in a short moment, his underlings who had probably kidnapped me came to his call.
“Turn on the heat machine.” Viktor ordered.
“No Viktor, Please. You can burn me alive. Not while I'm carrying your child.”
Mira and Viktor looked at each other, their faces shocked for a moment but then suddenly they bursted into a hard laugh, their laughter echoed across the room, infuriating me the most.
“My child or not, I will not let you live for another day.” Viktor said, there was no trace of sympathy in his voice.
“You fucking bastard. How can you kill your unborn child, all because of this snake.” I bit back in anger but the next thing I know, Mira's hands met my cheek with a resounding slap, leaving my hair messed up on my sweaty face.
“You bitch! Who the hell are you calling a snake?” Mira shouted, about to hit me again but Viktor stopped her.
“Leave her alone, she's going to burn to death anyways.”he reminded her, reminding of my fear again.
Mira smiled. “That's right. Burn in hell, bestfriend.”
The last thing Alina saw was Viktor turning away, his silhouette disappearing into the shadows without a second glance. The door creaked shut behind him, leaving me alone in the suffocating darkness.
As my vision blurred, and the pain dulled into an eerie numbness, I thought of the one thing they could never take from me, my love. It had been real, even if it had been one-sided. And perhaps, in some way, that was enough.
My eyes fluttered closed, a final tear slipping down her face. And with it, everything faded to black.
Chapter 45 Alina's POV My heart slammed against my ribs like a drum. Lucas—gone. The words rang louder than any warning howl. I didn’t wait for anyone. I sprinted past Damien, past Fiona, down the gravel path leading toward the western watchtower. My injured leg screamed, but I pushed it down. I didn’t feel the pain. I couldn’t afford to. They took him. They took Lucas. The thought repeated over and over again in my mind, creating a noise I couldn’t shut off. Behind me, I heard Damien cursing and shouting orders to the warriors. The scent of blood and pine filled my nostrils, and even though my body was burning with exhaustion from the rogue fight, I didn’t slow. I reached the base of the watchtower and took the stairs two at a time. Talon met me halfway, his face pale. “Where is he?” I demanded. “He was guarding the western perimeter two hours ago,” Talon replied, stepping aside as Damien and Fiona caught up. “We had a rotation change. When the new guards arrived, Luc
Chapter 44Damien's POVThey came like shadows with teeth—at least fifteen rogues, maybe more, surrounding Alina and me from every side. Their movements were practiced, swift, and vicious. We were trapped. And Marlowe’s betrayal rang louder in my head than the howls that summoned this ambush.Alina was already moving, blades drawn, crouched low in a stance that told me she wasn’t going down without a fight. She looked like a ghost risen from war, ready to drag these bastards down with her.“I counted seventeen,” she said, voice low.“Eighteen. Two behind the birch tree,” I corrected, sword raised. “We go back to back. Do not separate.”“Wouldn’t dream of it.”The first rogue lunged without warning, claws slashing down toward Alina. She ducked, twisted, and drove her dagger into his thigh before slashing across his chest with her second blade. He screamed, stumbled, and was kicked away just in time for me to slash open the side of another rogue who thought he could sneak up behind her.
Chapter 43Alina's POVThe morning sunlight bled through the tall windows of the Alpha’s estate, drenching the stone floors in soft golden hues. I sat at the edge of my bed, fingers trembling as I laced up my boots. My entire body buzzed with an unfamiliar mix of dread and anticipation, like I was waiting for something big to crash through the door and change everything.But maybe that’s because something had already changed.Everything had shifted the moment Damien kissed me last night. It had started as a warning, a statement, a response to Lucas’s defiance in front of the council. But the second his lips touched mine, it turned into something else. Something raw. Fierce. Dangerous.And I didn’t know how to walk away from it.I clenched my fists. This wasn’t the time to let emotions blur my mission. I had revenge to take. I had names to burn from my past. The fire inside me wasn’t meant for soft things like kisses.But then why was I still feeling the ghost of Damien’s hands around
Chapter 42Alina's POVMy body ached in ways I couldn’t even begin to describe. Every muscle, every joint, every inch of me screamed from the intensity of the past days. Yet none of it compared to the burn deep in my chest—the fire of purpose, of rage, and of something else I still didn’t have a name for.I stood in the center of the training grounds, drenched in sweat, hair clinging to my face as Damien circled around me like a predator measuring his prey. His gaze held none of the soft amusement or subtle admiration it sometimes did. Today, he was all Alpha. Cold. Calculating. Pushing me to my absolute limits.“Again,” he barked.I lunged forward without hesitation, striking out with my left fist. He sidestepped with ease, catching my wrist and twisting until I dropped to one knee.“You’re still telegraphing your moves,” he said. “If I were anyone else, you’d be dead by now.”“Good thing you’re not,” I muttered, jerking out of his grip and forcing myself to stand.His eyes narrowed,
Chapter 41Alina's POVMy muscles screamed in protest as I climbed the stairs to the top floor of the packhouse. Damien had insisted on checking the borders personally, dragging me along despite my soreness. He hadn't said much, but I knew his silence wasn't anger—it was focus. Ever since the attack, he'd been on high alert, and I couldn't blame him.But that wasn't what had my stomach in knots.Tonight, we were supposed to attend a gathering. A meeting of nearby alphas and lunas. A chance to show strength. A chance to prove that the Blue Moon Pack hadn't been weakened—and that I, Alina Walker, stood as Luna by Damien's side.No pressure.I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, letting out a slow breath. The silk dress laid across the bed made my breath hitch. It was stunning, deep crimson with a slit that ran dangerously high. A matching set of heels sat next to it, alongside a note in Damien's handwriting."You'll look like fire. Wear it."I almost rolled my eyes. Almost. B
Chapter 40Damien's POVThe moment Alina stepped into the training grounds, all eyes fell on her. It wasn’t the first time she had drawn attention, but this time, the atmosphere felt different. She wasn’t just an outsider anymore. She was the woman who had fought Lucas and won. The woman who had challenged tradition and forced the pack to see her strength. Some still looked at her with doubt, but others watched with something closer to curiosity—or even respect.I stood near the edge of the field, arms crossed, observing as she took her place before Killian. He had agreed to train her personally today, and I wanted to see how far she could push herself. Alina had proven she was a fighter, but she needed to be more than that. If she was going to survive the war that was coming, she needed to be ruthless.Killian circled her, his expression unreadable. “You proved yourself against Lucas, but don’t let that win get to your head,” he said. “He underestimated you. I won’t.”Alina smirked,
Chapter 39Alina's POVA dull throbbing in my head was the first thing I noticed when I stirred awake. My body felt heavy, each muscle aching from the brutal fight. A familiar scent surrounded me—warm, musky, and undeniably Damien’s. My eyelids fluttered open, and I realized I was lying on a bed in what I quickly recognized as Damien’s room.“You’re awake.”His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine. I turned my head slowly to find him sitting in a chair near the bed, arms crossed over his chest, eyes sharp and focused on me. The moonlight from the window illuminated his face, making his features look even more intimidating.“How long have I been out?” My voice came out hoarse.“Few hours,” he said, not moving from his spot. “You collapsed in front of the entire pack. It took everything in me not to kill someone for pushing you that far.”I winced at the reminder. “I won, though.”His lips pressed into a thin line. “At what cost?”I pushed myself up on my elbows, ignoring the way my m
Chapter 38 Alina's POV The tension in the air was thick as I paced back and forth in my room. My body still ached from the intense training, but my mind was sharper than ever. I couldn't afford to let exhaustion take over. Not now. A soft knock on my door made me stop mid-step. "Come in," I called, straightening my posture. Damien stepped inside, his piercing gaze locking onto me immediately. He looked calm, too calm, but I knew him well enough by now to sense the underlying tension in his stance. "You’re overthinking," he said. I let out a sharp breath. "No, I’m preparing." He closed the distance between us in a few strides, stopping just a breath away. "You've done enough. You don’t need to prove anything to me or anyone else." I scoffed. "Tell that to the ones who still whisper behind my back, doubting my strength, questioning why I'm here." His jaw clenched. "They’ll fall in line soon enough." "Not soon enough," I muttered, shaking my head. His fingers brus
Chapter 37Alina POVI was still trying to catch my breath when Damien pulled me aside, his grip firm on my arm. His eyes, dark and unreadable, bore into mine, searching for something I wasn’t sure I could give him.“Are you insane?” His voice was low, but the frustration in his tone was unmistakable. “You could have died back there, Alina.”I yanked my arm free, glaring at him. “I had to prove myself. Or did you think I’d let Lucas and the others walk all over me?”His jaw tightened. “You don’t need to prove anything to them. You’re my Luna.”I scoffed, crossing my arms. “And what does that mean if your pack doesn’t accept me? I need to stand on my own, Damien. I can’t just hide behind you forever.”He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. “You’re reckless.”“I’m surviving.”His eyes softened just a fraction, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he turned his gaze toward the warriors who were still gathered, watching us with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. Lucas was gone,
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