Betrayed By My Alpha: The Ghost Luna's Revenge

Chapter 7

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ack gardens. The cool night air was a welcome relief after the suffocating atmosphere

e, his tall frame silhouetted against the night

d, the words feeling inadequate

his voice a low

used. "Why? You and I bo

lips. "Do we? My wolf seems to think otherwise

r days, stirred at his words. *He is strong,* she a

t. "But the bond... it's not there

ove of Alphas who treat their daughters like property to be traded. And I especially don't approve of men like

te stranger, yet he seemed to see the injust

knot of guilt tightening in my stomach. "You've declared me y

on of taking it ba

d a beat. "What

with me to the Black Moon Pack, Debra. As my chosen mate. I can offer yo

my pack, everything I had ever known, and go with a

f Marley and my father, waiting for them to find a

ed with the suspicion that had been my constant comp

nt a Luna with a strong spirit," he said softly. "Someone who isn't afraid t

saw only defiance. He saw spir

hey were not tears of sadness or rage.

ous," I said, thinking

ug, "is no longer your concern. You will be under

and saw an unwavering promise. He w

But as I stood there on that moonlit te

voice trembling slight

thtaking smile. "Good. Go and pack. I will mee

ed Vicky. This m

er than they had been in years. For the first time, I wa

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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.”