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No Longer Your Spare Part: The Luna's Revenge

No Longer Your Spare Part: The Luna's Revenge

Author: Lu Meng
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1070    |    Released on: 15/01/2026

in my world, vibrating through my s

ralyzed by wolfsbane, while surgeons bor

on muttered. "Isabella needs th

. They were harvesting my marrow jus

ervation window, be

aws of death, stood there. He wasn't look

he one who healed him.

e's voice drifted through our fadi

hrough. My heart st

hollowed-out husk used t

na! Are

napped me back

g my hip. No blood

calendar on my

xactly one year before t

ds and felt the ancient ange

to be the sacri

g to be th

pte

phin

e was the only t

e wet, ragged sound of my own screams. I was strapped to a cold metal table, limbs heavy with wol

ed, his mask splattered with my blood. "Isabella's levels

er life. To m

rom previous resections. My blood count was so low I was constantly dizzy. And now, they

lpha Giovanni, stood there, arms crossed, eyes f

him sto

etti Pack. The man I had drag

abella's hand as she lay on the adjacent b

ice was muffled by the glass, but I heard it thr

it

unched thro

f, a White Wolf I'd been forced to drug into a coma to hide her from

s swall

na! Are

snapped me bac

hip. Phantom pain flared, the

gh heavy velvet curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in

my hands. Tremb

stion, girl," Alph

ind his massive mahogany desk,

s al

. One year. I had exactly one year

," I stammered, voice

olfless daughter. The spare parts inventory. He didn't know about t

ng a folder, "you are going to Lon

nd

desperate to be near Dante, hoping he'd realiz

e clinic where they could harvest my blood remotely, shipping c

asked, vo

ante are to be mated soon. Your presence here... disturbs her.

lou

I was jealous

d by a rogue's silver-laced blade. Bli

ee weeks. I let him bite me to drain the fever. I mixed poultices of v

eturn, I fled, terrified

he doused herself in synthetic vani

believ

and," I sa

blinked.

ill go to

go to hell before I let them

g me. "Go pack. And don't make a sc

phantom ache t

dn't run to my room to cry. I

les, messy hair. I l

my ribs, I felt a stirring. A lo

w

asn't

he glass. "No more blood. N

sacrifice this time. I wa

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