All Chapters of I AM BETRAYED BY THE MOON: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elara's POV I paced my room, my bare feet sinking into the plush rug as I tried to shake off the energy coiling inside me. My skin is still flushed from the sensation of Damian's touch. I was sure I had gotten under his skin, I was sure I had driven him to an edge, so why isn't he coming for me? Why isn't he here yet?But come to think of it, why am I feeling this way? This was supposed to be nothing more than proving Lyra wrong. But now, my body long for him, my heart raced with the thoughts of the same man who I am supposed to ruin, who was supposed to be an enemy. And yet…A sound reached my ears, low and soft, but unmistakable.Moans.Damian, with Lyra?Lyra that bitch. She had exaggerated her moans just to tell me she won. Just to let me know she was more valuable to him than I am.Fuck! My breath hitched, my stomach twisting as I turned towards the door. Should I go and meet them? No I shouldn't. That would be too desperate. I already lost, barging in there would only heighten

Lyra's POVI had always hated Elara. The hatred was burning and growing every passing second. She had everything I ever wanted. Wealth and a caring family, Respect and Loyalty.One goal was all I had in mind when I approached Elara years ago —Get close to her, make her trust me then give Damian all the information —her strengths and weaknesses—everything needed to get her family's wealth and legacy.But even now that he had succeeded, I still remained in the shadows. I had thought that when he got the throne, I would get to sit by his side as his Luna, but no matter what I did, no matter how much I'd sacrificed, they'd always find their ways back to each other. She even became his Luna when I had made it possible for him to become Alpha in the first place.That night, it was no different. As I rode him, I knew he wanted her instead, he always did but it doesn't matter. At the end of the day I'd be the one to win.With this pregnancy, I'd make sure to have him wrapped around my fingers.

Lyra's POV I walked into the company's lobby, and the place smelled with power, authority and scent of wolves. From the atmosphere, one could see this was where the highest connection and alliances could be forged within the Werewolves and humans.Some of the pack members who worked in the company recognised my scent as Elara's best friend, their heads turned. Some people whispered, others stared. Good. Let them talk and get used to my presence because I'm here to stay.I can't believe, I finally get the chance to work here. I have always wanted to be here and now I am. Convincing Damian was easier than expected. I had unlock the skill to breaking his walls. A little seduction, a little manipulation was all it took.Damian. That bastard. He really thought I didn't know that he is still in love with Elara, or that he went to her room that morning after sleeping with me all night. But it's fine, I really don't care about that. He could love her for all I care as long as I get everything

Elara's POV "What?" Ethan screamed, his eyes widening slightly as he took in my request. His expression shifted, staring at me to see if I was serious or perhaps crazy.I wanted him to know I was serious, so I repeated, my voice steadier. "I want you to kill Damian for me, Ethan," I said, gripping his wrist, desperation clawing at me and my nails digging into his skin. 'I need him gone. He took everything away from me. My father's company, my pack, my freedom. Death is the only way I can break free from him, Ethan. Please help me."He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Then he cleared his throat and whispered, "You're asking me to kill the Alpha of Cadman pack, Luna?""Yes," I replied. "And I know you can do it. He trusts you so much that he won't even suspect a thing until everything is done."Silence stretched between us. My heart thundered in my chest as I wondered if I had put Ethan in a tight spot. But I knew this was the only way to break free from that monster and

Elara's POV How was that even possible? His presence loomed over me and yet I couldn't perceive the scent of the man I despised the most. A werewolf's sense of smell was one of the strongest, and yet I was losing that too.No.I squeezed my eyes shut, my nails digging into the blanket as if that could erase the reality playing out before me."Elara," Damian's voice was annoyingly soft. "Are you feeling better now?"His hands reached out, moving towards my forehead but before he could touch me, I slapped his hand away with as much strength as I have left. "Don't," I snapped, my voice sharp. "Don't you dare touch me with those filthy hands. It's not your fucking business."His jaw tightened, but his expression still remained. "You collapsed, Elara. I have every right to be worried about you."I scoffed. "Worried? No, you aren't. You can fool everyone else but not me. You worry because you need me alive to serve your purpose."I saw something unreadable in his eyes. Guilt? Annoyance, may