They said death was the end. But for her, it was only the beginning. Luna died with love and betrayal tangled in her heart-murdered by the Alpha who held her as if he loved her. But in the strange miracle of her return to life in the modern age, she uncovers a bitter truth: the Alpha had an identical twin, and the man she once loved... has been dead for a long time. Now, Luna has been brought back by a force she doesn't fully understand. Bound by a vengeance that burns in her veins and haunted by a past that refuses to rest, she steps once again into the hidden world of werewolves. But when her heart begins to question who deserves punishment and who might be worthy of forgiveness, Luna must make a choice-become the destroyer driven by revenge... or the salvation born of love. Ashes of the Alpha's Sin is a dark tale of love, betrayal, and the fierce power of vengeance under the full moon.
"Why do you odor like a person else's blood?" Luna's voice trembled as she stood inside the dim glow of the overall moon, her eyes locked on Kaelen. The air became tense, the simplest sound being the faint rustle of leaves beneath her naked feet.
Kaelen's jaw tightened, his massive shoulders rigid. He stood some paces away, his silver hair catching the moonlight; however, his eyes were piercing, and inexperienced eyes she'd usually trusted averted hers. "You're imagining things, Luna. Go again to the den."
"Don't misinform me." Luna stepped closer, her coronary heart pounding. The steel tang of blood clung to him, sharp and unfamiliar. "I understand what I mean. Whose is it, Kaelen?"
He became away, his voice low, nearly a growl. "You don't want to understand. You wouldn't understand."
"Wouldn't understand?" Luna's voice cracked, her fingers balling into fists. "I'm your mate! Your soulbound! If you're hiding something, I deserve the truth!"
Kaelen whipped around, his eyes flashing with something dark, something she didn't recognize.
"Truth? You need truth?" He stalked closer to her, his presence overwhelming, like a typhoon approximately to break.
"You're too vulnerable to address it. Too soft. Always clinging to me, whining for answers."
Luna froze, her breath catching. "What... what are you saying?"
He stopped inches from her, his voice losing to a venomous whisper. "You're now no longer enough, Luna. Not for me. Not anymore."
The terms hit like a blade to her chest. "Kaelen, why are you doing this? This isn't you."
"Isn't it?" He smirked, a merciless twist of his lips that made her belly churn. Before she wanted to respond, his hand shot out, claws extended. Pain seared through her arm as his claws raked in some unspecified time in the future of her skin, drawing blood.
Luna gasped, clutching her arm. Warm blood trickled amongst her fingers, staining her sleeve. "Kaelen!" Her voice modified right into a combination of wonder and betrayal. "Why-"
"You can't even combat back."
She stumbled, her knees vulnerable; however, her coronary heart clung to hope. This wasn`t her Kaelen. It couldn't be. "Please, inform me what's wrong. Whatever it is, we can repair it. I love you."
"Love?" Kaelen laughed, a harsh, guttural sound that echoed inside the clearing. "You assume love matters? You're not anything, however, a liability.
" He lunged, shoving her to the floor with a pressure that knocked the air from her lungs.
Luna hit the dust hard, aching, taking pictures through her back. She scrambled to her knees, her arm throbbing, her thoughts reeling. "Kaelen, stop! This isn't you! Something's wrong; someone's executed something on you!"
He loomed over her, his shadow swallowing her whole. "Keep telling yourself that. Maybe it'll make you sense higher whilst I'm gone."
"Gone?" Her voice changed into slightly a whisper. "What do you mean?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he grew to become and walked away, his boots crunching towards the floor. "Stay out of my way, Luna. Or subsequent time, I won't maintain back."
She reached out, desperate. "Kaelen, wait! Please, don't do this!"
But he changed into already moving, his shape mixing into the shadows of the trees. Luna drove herself to her feet, her arm burning, her coronary heart-shattering. She couldn't permit him to go any longer like this. Not without answers.
"Kaelen!" she screamed, jogging after him. The wooded area closed in around her, branches snagging at her clothes. Her heightened senses picked up his scent; however, it changed into tainted, combined with that identical overseas blood. She drove harder, her naked feet pounding towards the earth, her breath ragged.
"Stop jogging from me!" she shouted, echoing through the trees. "You owe me an explanation!"
A low growl replied to her. However, it wasn't Kaelen's. Luna skidded to a halt, her eyes darting through the darkness. The air grew heavy, charged with the presence of some other predator. She spun around, her coronary heart racing. "Who's there?"
Silence. Then, a couple of sparkling yellow eyes seemed among the trees, observed via way of means of some other. Werewolves. But now, she is no longer from her pack. Their heady fragrance changed into wrong-wild, unfamiliar.
"Kaelen?" she whispered, hoping in opposition to wish he changed into nonetheless nearby. But the simplest reaction changed into the snap of a sprig in the back of her.
She whirled, catching a glimpse of Kaelen's silhouette within the distance. He changed into looking at her, his posture predatory, his eyes cold. "Kaelen, assist me!" she called, her voice breaking.
He didn't move. Instead, he tilted his head as though analyzing her, then became and vanished into the shadows.
The different werewolves closed in, their growls vibrating via the air. Luna's pulse thundered in her ears. She subsidized away, her injured arm trembling. "Stay back," she warned, her voice shaky, however defiant. "I'm now no longer terrified of you."
One of the wolves stepped forward, its fur bristling, its tooth bared. "You need to be," it snarled, its voice guttural and human-like. "Your Alpha's deserted you. You're truthful sport now."
Luna's belly dropped. "He wouldn't... he didn't abandon me." But the phrases felt hollow. Kaelen's bloodless laughter rang in her ears, and his claws burned in her memory.
The 2nd wolf turned around her, its claws scraping the floor. "Run, little mate. Let's see how a long way you get."
Luna's eyes darted among them, her thoughts racing. She couldn't combat werewolves- now no longer injured or alone. But she wouldn't beg. She wouldn't break. Not yet.
She bolted, her legs burning as she sprinted through the forest. Branches whipped at her face, tearing at her skin; however, she didn't stop. The wolves` laughter chased her, their paws pounding the floor at the back of her. She may want to sense their breath, warm and close, their starvation palpable.
"Kaelen!" she screamed one ultimate time, her voice raw. "If you're out there, please!"
But the best solution changed into the howl of the wolves, sharp and mocking, as they closed the distance. Luna's imagination and prescience blurred with tears; however, she saved running, her coronary heart clinging to the fading desire that Kaelen change into nevertheless the person she loved; this changed into a mistake.
Maya is a girl who had to endure tremendous suffering because of someone who felt powerful over everything. Maya lost her father in a hit-and-run accident, and her younger sister became a victim of abuse. With all her strength, Maya fought for justice. However, Maya ended up even more devastated, and her sister committed suicide. Amid her despair, Maya, who nearly became a victim of the same perpetrator, finally fled and was involved in another hit-and-run accident, leaving part of her face disfigured. She eventually meets a doctor who helps her, and the doctor even offers to assist Maya in seeking revenge. However, is the doctor who helped her a savior or a devil setting a trap?
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
P-please, I beg you. Come let's go tell Christian I had no hand in whatever happened, p-please." I clutched the lapel of his jacket desperately. "Let's go. You need to tell my husband you were paid." "Young lady, you're harassing me." His tone was cold and his stare granite. But I could care less. "You harassed me first! You had sex with me without my consent, my husband knows and now I'm pregnant with this child he doesn't want. You ruined my marriage! I-I hate you!" ************************************ Caught by her husband with another man on their matrimonial bed the morning after her birthday, Hailey Codza could not defend herself. As though it's not enough, she gets pregnant. Her enraged husband decides to pay her back for her infidelity by having an affair with his ex-girlfriend - Denise Kellers, the family Hailey never knew she had. Losing her family's wealth and company to her husband and his ex (now girlfriend), she is devastated, homeless and penniless as all her credit cards are blocked by her husband. She sees the man who is responsible for her pregnancy. The man she has no idea how he'd found his way to her matrimonial bed - Jared Johnson. Jared is annoyed when this strange woman disrupts his meeting and accuses him of ruining her life, marriage and impregnating her. It affects his business deals and having no choice, he marries her to calm the public whilst engaged to someone else. But he loathes her and allows his family treats her badly. Hailey who has fallen in love with Jared is broken when she can no longer take the humiliation. She signs the divorce papers and leaves, only to arrive six years later to the country as a self-made, secret billionaire and a mother of twins. Now her two ex-husbands are begging to have her back...
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."