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A Luna's Broken Heart

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When she didn’t speak, I repeated, “Is there anyone I should call for you? Or would you like to call them yourself?”

Her green eyes were filled with sincerity as she shook her head. “There is only me now.”

“Now?” I echoed, unsure.

She lifted her hand and started biting her nails, seeming anxious. I worried I might have triggered something in her, but then she began to smile. Her smile soon turned into soft laughter. I was taken aback, wondering why she was laughing.

When she noticed my confused expression, she stopped, removed her hand, and said, “Sorry, I must look like a crazy person, laughing out of the blue. I’m just so… happy!”

“I can see that,” I said, still puzzled by her reaction.

“When you asked if I had someone you could call, and I said no, it just made me realize there really wasn’t anyone for you to call, and that made me happy.”

“It made you happy not to have anyone to call?”

“I know how that must sound, but yes. It did!”

For a moment, I wondered if she was truly unhinged, but then I reminded myself I didn’t know her entire story. Perhaps she had escaped an abusive relationship or lost someone who had caused her pain.

“Well, I’ll let you get some more rest then. Your doctor mentioned it’s important for you to have plenty of rest and food to aid your recovery,” I said, rising from the bed.

“You don’t want to ask me about my story?” she asked, looking puzzled.

“I told you, you don’t have to share anything you’re not comfortable with. It’s your story. You can choose to tell it to me, to someone else, or not at all. It’s up to you.”

She offered a sweet smile, but as I turned to leave, she grasped my hand. With my support, she slowly stood up from the bed.

“What are you doing? You should stay in bed,” I said, concerned, tightening my grip on her hand as she attempted to rise.

She exhaled deeply, finally standing on her own. Her green eyes locked onto mine, deep and serious. I wondered what she was about to say, but instead of speaking, she reached out and gently brushed aside the side of my blazer, exposing my shoulder.

The white shirt was slightly see-through, revealing a mark that was a painful reminder of a past I was trying to forget. I stared at Cecilia, feeling alarmed, and then quickly pulled back, covering myself.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” she said softly.

I looked at her in confusion.

“When they mark you and then cast you aside for someone else.” The cheerful demeanor I had seen moments ago had vanished, replaced by a somber, intense expression. Her gaze remained fixed on my shoulder, even though it was covered, before she turned her green eyes back to me. They looked like glass, as if there were no emotions behind them.

“I think you’ll want to hear my story,” she said.

***

Selene struggles to reclaim some semblance of normalcy after months of isolation from the upper-class world she once thrived in. Cast aside by the king for a traitor’s daughter, she has become the subject of society’s ridicule.

However, when a new resident arrives at her home for abandoned and abused mates, Selene is taken aback. This new arrival is unlike the others—she is genuinely happy. Intrigued by the newcomer and her story, Selene begins to see a way to sever her final tie to Valerio and possibly regain her life. But she soon realizes that doing so may come at a steep cost.

Rider was presumed dead by everyone, even by his own brother Valerio. Hidden away and deeply scarred by the loss of his family—especially his twin brother Ryker—he has abandoned his former life of violence.

Choosing instead a path of healing, he dedicates himself to saving lives rather than taking them. When Rider discovers James, a person of great importance to his brother Valerio, he feels compelled to help bring him home. But convincing James is no easy task, and in the process, Rider is forced to step out of the shadows and confront his past.

*Book Four*

Recommended to first read: A Bite From An Alpha King, A Beta's Undying Love and A Second Chance Mate

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Chapter 1: A Party
Note: This series is a darker werewolf series not following the usual "plot" of fated mates. Be aware of darker elements such a described violence, bullying and death. -Selene- The noise from downstairs in the living room was surprisingly loud. I was taken aback by how many people had decided to come. I was no longer truly welcome in upper-class circles, not after... I slowly let my towel drop and reached for the dress I had laid out on the bed. Holding it up against my body in front of the mirror, I saw that it was a long, peach-colored gown with long sleeves, fitting snugly around my upper body. I quickly slipped it on and zipped it up. It looked beautiful. I gathered my long blonde hair and held it up but decided to let it fall loose as usual. I found a hairbrush and carefully brushed through it. Then I selected some small pearl earrings and a long golden necklace with a small heart pendant. As I smoothed out the dress with my hands, I tried to keep them dry. My heart raced as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. “You can do this. People came. They’re welcoming you back,” I whispered to myself. Taking a deep breath, I put on a pair of silver heels and left my room, closing the door behind me. The voices downstairs grew louder as I approached the stairs leading to the party I had organized. I had to reclaim my old life. I needed to prove I was still part of the upper class and that I knew what it meant to be a luna. I reminded myself that I was still one of them as I descended the stairs. I was about to enter the living room, which opened up to a large garden where guests were mingling with drinks and snacks. They were chatting about trivial matters—who had mated with whom, who had lost their status and home, who was having an affair. To me, it all seemed so pointless. There were more important things in the world than gossip, yet this was part of being accepted into the upper class. You either participated or at least listened, smiled, and nodded. “Selene!” I felt a hand grab my arm before I could enter the room. “Lara?” My sister pulled me aside, away from the noise, until we were out of earshot. She turned to face me, arms crossed. Her deep brown eyes, so different from my own blue ones, conveyed disapproval. She had inherited those eyes from our father, while I looked almost exactly like our mother. “Is it true?” she demanded. “What?” I asked. “Did you put Father under isolation?” So that was what this was about? I thought. I slowly straightened myself and composed my expression. “Yes.” “And you did this behind my back?” “Lara—” “What happened to ‘let’s communicate more in the future’?” Lara interrupted. “Those were your words after Father’s mess that landed him in jail and after you got me out of the union that he had planned for me.” “He is still our father.” “He’s an assh*le!” she shot back. “Lara! Watch your language!” She rolled her chocolate-brown eyes and shook her head. “I can’t believe you did this behind my back. Do you even know what isolation means?” “Of course I do. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have done it,” I replied. “Really? You could have fooled me.” “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means that while you may carry the title of luna, you act nothing like it! You freed me from my union, and you think you’re looking out for this pack, but when was the last time you stepped foot into Father’s office? When was the last time you did any of the paperwork? When was the last time you checked on the pack’s members? We’ve just accepted a handful of half-bloods into the pack who need help settling in, but you’re too busy throwing parties!” she sneered. “You don’t think I’m taking this seriously? We need help and connections, and we get that from these people!” I said, gesturing towards the party down the hallway. “These people can’t help us. They won’t. Why didn’t you let the king handle Father? We could use his assistance.” “We don’t need his help. I’ve got this under control,” I insisted. Lara shook her head, the red hair she’d tied into a tight ponytail swinging with the movement. “I can’t do this,” she told me, turning to walk away. “Where are you going?” I called after her. “Out! I can’t be here,” she shouted, opening the door that led to the garage. Only seconds later, I heard the powerful engine of a motorcycle start up. The roar gradually faded as Lara drove further away. She had just turned eighteen and yet seemed to handle herself like an adult. I knew she harbored a lot of resentment towards our father for what he nearly did to her. I was angry with him too, but he was still family and he belonged here with us. I turned away from the hallway and walked back into the living room. I took a moment to compose myself, then put on my perfect smile before re-entering the room. People quickly noticed me, ensuring I had a drink in hand and welcoming me into their conversations. “So happy you could make it,” I said, greeting people and shaking hands lightly. I wasn’t the only one wearing a mask. We all were.

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