I Was His Luna—Until He Buried Me Alive

I was his Luna for five years. Or so I thought.

The Moon never recognized me. The bond I trusted was forged. And the Alpha I loved had a true mate—hidden in the shadows, carrying his heir.

While I ruled his pack, signed away lands, and bled for his throne, he was waiting. Waiting for her to come back. Waiting for the night he could erase me. They dragged me into the forest during a full moon.

Left me broken. Left me to be torn apart by wolves. The pack buried an empty grave and called it justice.

They mourned a Luna who never existed. But the Moon didn’t take me.