All Chapters of The Betrayed Luna's Redemption: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Layla Lightborn's POVMagnus spoke harshly. "I reject you as my mate, Layla Lightborn." Each word hit me hard. It felt like a giant rock was on my chest, making me lose circulation. My wolf inside me howled, a sad sound that echoed my pain. It hurt us badly, like something inside was physically breaking.I was a mess. Tears just kept coming, endless like a waterfall. When I looked around, everyone was quiet as though they couldn't believe what they just witnessed. My eyes went to Luna Seraphina and Alpha Thor. They were coming towards the stage. For a moment, I thought maybe they could help."Layla, I'm sorry. There's nothing we can do," said Luna Seraphina words didn't feel sincere. I turned to Alpha Thor, hoping for some comfort like when he first let me into the pack. But no, there was no sympathy from him too as he said, "Accept it, Layla. Say the words and move on."I couldn't believe it. "But why? What did I do wrong?"Seraphina sighed. "It's not about you, Layla. Sometimes

Layla Lightborn's/ Cassiopeia Silvermoon's POVOut of the blue, Carlisle kissed me – a tender and sweet moment, yet utterly perplexing. It felt like being swept into a storm, but the 'why' remained elusive. Caught in the kiss, I grappled with a dilemma: Should I go with the flow or hit pause?I was not Cassiopeia, and I was not even sure who she was. Should I intervene and spill the beans about this whole soul reboot situation? Would he believe that I've been reborn? I could barely believe it myself.The room held its breath, mirroring my uncertainty. The kiss transformed into an odd moment teetering between the known and the utterly mysterious. I stood there, entangled in this strange connection, wondering if the already perplexing situation was about to escalate.And yet, as much as I wanted to stop, Carlisle's lips were undeniably soft, and his warmth drew me in. Hesitation and confusion gripped me, making the decision to pull away all the more challenging. His hands found my hair,

Layla Lightborn/ Cassiopeia Silvermoon's POV As the names of Edward's pack members echoed in my ears, I couldn't help but feel a little dizzy from the sheer number of introductions. Yet, beneath the surface of my disorientation, there was a sense of contentment, a feeling of belonging that whispered through Stella's memories flickering within my mind. The day wore on, filled with laughter and camaraderie as I familiarized myself with the castle and its inhabitants. Cassiopeia, it seemed, was loved by all, her presence a beacon of light in the darkness that sometimes shrouded courtly life. As night fell and the sky was painted with hues of dusky blue, Carlisle and I made our way back inside the castle for dinner and much-needed rest. The dining room was a picture of elegance, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight and adorned with ornate furnishings. Dinner was served with all the pomp and circumstance befitting our status, each course more exquisite than the last. We dined on succu