Betrayed By My Alpha: The Ghost Luna's Revenge

Chapter 5

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finest silver and crystal, gleaming under the light of the chandeliers. My father sat at the head

y eyes that roamed over me with a possessive gleam. A wet smile stretched across his thick lips, re

isheveled appearance. Marley, however, looked delight

ce dripping with false concern. "You lo

ar and cold. I walked to the table and took th

He didn't take his eyes off me. "This is the f

has a strong spirit, Gareth. She'll

nd it left me breathless. He was se

th," I said, meeting his lecherous gaze without flinching. "Is it true what th

hed, replaced by a dark scowl. My father shot to his f

pha power washing over the

er and daughter had been irrevocably broken. His power

just curious. As your potential bride, I feel

a blotchy purple. "

voice, calm and dangerously sm

g lady simply has

owards the entrance

werful frame exuding an effortless authority that made both my father and Alpha Gareth shrink in their seats. His stormy silver e

anger instantly replaced by shock and de

sweeping over the scene, taking in my appearance, my father's rage, an

d quickly. "We were just...

e took a slow step into the room. "And what fu

ted, glancing ne

"Alpha Gareth has graciously offered to form an al

n his handsome face. He looked Gareth up and down as if he w

ything. He walked past my father, past M

he said, his voice a low, possessive

ready bee

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Betrayed By My Alpha: The Ghost Luna's Revenge

Liu Jia Werewolf

“I died alone in the medical wing giving birth to our son. "Tell her to calm down and stop the theatrics." Those were the last words my mate, the Alpha, said about me while I bled out. Instead of passing on, my soul was tethered to the packhouse. I was forced to watch my best friend Seraphina seamlessly step into my life, taking my baby and my husband before my body was even cold. To secure her place, she planted my blood-soaked birthing blanket in the woods to frame me for faking my own kidnapping. Ryker swallowed her lies completely. He refused to send a search party, telling the entire pack my disappearance was just a pathetic plea for attention and money. As a helpless ghost, I watched Seraphina brainwash my one-year-old son into calling her his mother and teach him to joyfully trample my beloved garden. "Bad mommy ran away. Don't love Kaelen." Hearing my own child parrot those venomous words was a dagger to my soul. Whenever anyone questioned my absence, Ryker fiercely defended her, dismissing the desperate warnings of my loyal friends and his own elders. The man I loved and died for treated my memory like a malicious joke, grateful for an excuse to replace me while living with my murderer. But when Seraphina's mask finally slipped, and the horrifying truth of my death crashed down on him, it was far too late. Seeing him crumble in agonizing regret brought me no comfort. I no longer wanted his love or his desperate apologies. Now, I only wanted his absolute ruin.”