🔥 Betrayal, Bloodlines, and the Crown She Never Wanted! 🔥
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Meet Kenia. She wasn’t just betrayed by her Alpha Mate, Moses—she was betrayed by the entire hierarchy. Stabbed, dismissed, and set up to fail by a mastermind Elder and a venomous rival, Kenia was supposed to lose everything.
But they underestimated the power of the Ancient Blood.
She didn’t just file for divorce; she invoked the Luna’s Vow, shattered her mate’s mind control, and discovered a powerful, dark conspiracy that ran deeper than anyone knew. Now, she wears the Shadow Crown, not as a bride, but as the Alpha Queen—and her first order of business is hunting down the traitors who ruined her life.
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The Mate Bond is a Weapon: Can Kenia sacrifice the man she once loved to save her pack?
The Power is in the Blood: Discover the devastating secret of the Heartstone Relic and the true power of the Luna’s Vow.
The Queen Rises: Watch Kenia transform from a broken Luna-to-be into the undisputed, ruthless Alpha Queen.
Will she secure her reign, or will the escaped rogue, Rayne, and the influence of the fallen Alpha Marcus, prove to be a threat she can’t eliminate?
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Chapter 1: The Blood on the Altar of Betrayal
The sapphire gown lay draped over the mahogany chaise, a cascade of silk waiting for the day Kenia was supposed to become Luna. The scent of sandalwood and anticipation filled the air of the Alpha’s Den—an air now curdled by a foreign, frantic odor.
Kenia stood by the window, the image of her reflection, poised and ready, shattered by the memory of Rayne. The rogue had appeared at their territorial borders three days ago, not as a threat, but as a spectacle: hysterical, clinging to the edge of the Moon Cliff, threatening to fall. Moses, Alpha of the neighboring pack, Kenia’s promised mate, had been quick to respond.
He didn’t just save her; he installed her.
“Rayne will be staying with us,” Moses had declared, his Alpha tone making the announcement a non-negotiable decree. Kenia, ever the dutiful Luna-to-be, had shelved her marking ceremony plans and took on the role of caregiver. She tended to Rayne’s manufactured emotional crises, while Moses’s attention, once a warm, steady sun, became a cold, distant star aimed solely at the rogue.
His disdain for Kenia crystallized one evening, heavy and sharp. “Kenia,” he’d said, his voice flat but carrying the unmistakable edge of command, “can you really not make some room for Rayne? She’s been through so much. Your lack of compassion is… disappointing.”
Disappointing. The word tasted like ash in her mouth. She was the one preparing to sacrifice her freedom for his pack, yet she was “disappointing” for not coddling the woman who was clearly vying for her place.
Late that same night, the air in the den was thick with suppressed rage. Kenia was walking toward the bathroom, her steps muffled by the plush carpet, when a shadow detached itself from the hallway wall. Rayne. Her tear-stained face was gone, replaced by a mask of cold, focused malice.
Before Kenia could react, the rogue surged forward. The kitchen knife was not a blur; it was a silver streak driven by calculated intent. The blade, dull and brutal, plunged deep into Kenia’s chest, just missing her heart, a cruel kiss aimed at the center of her life force.
Kenia didn’t scream. The breath rushed out of her lungs in a sharp, painful gasp. She collapsed, the world tilting violently as she hit the cold marble floor. The smell of copper—her own lifeblood—was instantly overwhelming. She tried to push herself up, to fight the dizzying darkness, but a wave of debilitating pain pinned her down.
She heard Moses before she saw him. He didn’t rush to her.
“Don’t worry, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice soft, the tone he reserved for comfort, but it wasn’t meant for the mate bleeding out before him. Kenia’s vision swam, focusing on the tableau of betrayal: Moses, large and protective, was cradling the “distraught” rogue in his arms, stroking her hair.
“This isn’t your fault. Come here, I’ll keep you safe,” he cooed.
The words were a stake through her spirit, far colder than the marble beneath her head. He was soothing the assailant, leaving his stabbed mate to bleed out on the floor. It wasn’t the knife that killed Kenia’s love; it was Moses’s gentle, reassuring voice directed at Rayne.
When Kenia finally dragged herself back to a shaky consciousness, the knife wound weeping sluggishly but her potent healing factor already at work, her phone buzzed. It was Moses.
“I’m not coming,” Kenia replied, her voice rough from disuse but unnervingly steady. “You two should be together; it’s better for everyone. I’m done.”
“Kenia,” Moses growled, his Alpha Tone a whip of frustration across the phone line. “Have you thought about how being this stubborn could mean losing me?”
Kenia gripped the phone so tightly her knuckles whitened. The thought of losing him no longer held terror, only an immense, clean relief. “That would be best,” she said, the calm finality shaking him more than any scream could have.
Then Rayne’s tearful, yet subtly triumphant, voice chimed in. “Moses, it’s all my fault. I should have just jumped quietly so I wouldn’t upset you and your Luna.”
Moses snapped, his tone turning harsh. “Who’s upset? Kenia, tell me, do you have any humanity left?”
His ultimatum was clear, the final test of her submission. “Rayne needs someone to look after her now. If you won’t agree to care for her, then I won’t agree to mark you.”
Kenia’s response was a cool, effortless cancellation of his power over her. “Alright, then I’ll let our pack and the neighboring packs know the marking ceremony is canceled. Effective immediately.”
She should have ended the mistake long ago. Rayne was his childhood sweetheart, his past tether. Kenia was simply a brief, bright fascination—a passing fancy whose ancient pack songs had once caught his shallow attention. If the love he offered was bound to be so painfully withdrawn, it was best to sever the connection now.
“Kenia, are you crazy? Do you even know what you’re saying, what are you trying to do…” Moses’s voice dissolved into a torrent of bewildered anger.
“Moses, relax,” Kenia interrupted, her tone firm, cutting him off completely. “Don’t let me make things hard for you. Enjoy your rogue.” The glee in Rayne’s background sniffle was undeniable. Kenia hung up without another word.