All Chapters of Betrayed By Fate, The Alpha’s Hybrid Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Freya’s PovI sat at the dining table, swirling the wine in my goblet with a bitterness that burned deeper than the drink itself. My place in the Blood Moon pack had always been secure, respected, admired, envied. But now? Now, the room was abuzz with whispers about her. The healer. She sat next to Alpha Kaiden, her face hidden behind a veil, radiating an air of mystery that seemed to captivate everyone at the table.Even Lady Bella, who rarely took an interest in newcomers, couldn’t stop herself from fawning over the healer’s supposed talents. I bit back a sneer, keeping my expression as neutral as I could manage. She was a stranger, an outsider, yet everyone looked at her as if she were a savior. Kaiden’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Lady Bella,” he said, his tone steady and calm, “I should clarify something.” All eyes turned to him. “She’s not just a healer,” he continued, his gaze briefly flicking to the veiled woman beside him. “She’s my lover.” The words hit

Amelia’s PovFreya and her evil ways made me laugh so hard inside of me at the breakfast table, she was always confident but she was super passed. I guess I was winning already afterall. “I'd like to get to the Alpha now, if you may” I asked politely. The air in the hallway leading to Alpha Donovan’s chambers was nothing compared to peace, it was with tension, the kind that weighed on your chest and made it hard to breathe. Each step I took felt heavier than the last, as if the walls themselves were watching me, waiting to see what I would uncover. I adjusted my veil, ensuring it was firmly in place. It wasn’t just a disguise, it was my shield, a barrier between the person I was and the person I had to become to survive here. The guards stationed outside the Alpha’s chambers moved aside at my approach, their wary eyes following my every move. Kaiden walked silently behind me. His presence was a comfort, even if I couldn’t show it. The room was lit, the faint scent of sickness

Kaiden’s PovAs soon as Freya left the room with Iris, I turned to Tatia as she was now called by everyone in the Blood Moon pack. “You know she’s going to try something, right?” I said, crossing my arms as I leaned against the wall. Amelia glanced up from her table, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Of course she is. That’s exactly what I want.” I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Care to elaborate?” She leaned back in her chair, a look of quiet triumph in her eyes. “The herb I sent them to find, moonshade, it’s not for Donovan’s illness. It’s used in illusion spells. I wanted Freya to involve herself because I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist spying on me or interfering. Let her think she’s one step ahead. She’ll trip over her own greed soon enough.” Her confidence was impressive, almost dangerous, and I couldn’t help but admire her cunning. “So you set a trap for her?” I asked, unable to hide the amusement in my voice. “Not exactly,” she replied. “I’m giving her eno

Amelia’s PovI stepped into my workshop, the familiar scent of herbs and tinctures wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. The quiet hum of the room was soothing, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of the Blood Moon pack. Here, I could think clearly, plan carefully, and most importantly, stay one step ahead. As I prepared to grind dried roots for the next batch of remedies, the door creaked open. Freya walked in, her expression a mixture of hesitation and forced politeness. “Tatia,” she began, her tone unusually soft. “I mean… Lady Tatia. I wanted to apologize for earlier. I was out of line, and I’m sorry.” I straightened, my hands still on the mortar and pestle. “You’ve already apologized,” I said flatly, “but I accept.” Freya nodded quickly, her eyes darting around the room before landing on the table where my tools were laid out. “I also wanted to ask about the leaf I brought you. The moonshade. Have you used it yet?” I stiffened but kept my tone neutral. “No. That lea

Amelia's PovWhen I returned to my workshop, the sight before me stopped me cold. The table where I’d carefully arranged my herbs and ingredients was in complete disarray. I found Freya lingering near my workshop, her presence as unwelcome as ever. Her face was flushed, and she looked startled when she saw me approach. “Freya,” I called out sharply, stopping a few feet away from her. “What are you doing here?” Dried plants lay crushed on the floor, vials of liquids had tipped over, and powders were scattered everywhere like the remnants of a ruined painting. In the middle of the chaos sat Freya, hunched over the mess as if mourning a fallen comrade. She sniffled dramatically, her hands fluttering uselessly over the spilled ingredients. “I’m so sorry, Tatia,” she said, looking up at me with wide, pitiful eyes. “I... I don’t know what happened. I must have... tripped, or maybe my sleeve caught something. It’s all ruined!” She fidgeted, her fingers clutching at the folds of he