When I woke up, I was alone in a cold, empty room. My mother’s final letter echoed through my mind on an endless loop.
All this time, I believed Damian didn’t love my mother simply because she wasn’t his fated mate. But the truth was far crueler–he had
deceived her from the start.
My mother carried the most powerful Moon Wolf bloodline. She married Damian with immense wealth and helped him build his business empire from the ground up. Yet despite everything she gave him, he could never let go of his so–called white moonlight–a fragile Omega he always pined for.
In the end, my mother died giving birth to me. Before she passed, she made Damian promise to raise her daughter well. And so, when I was six, Maya arrived out of nowhere–his so–called “adopted daughter.”
Damian claimed that, as an Alpha, it was his duty to care for everyone in the pack. But my mother had already seen through him. She protected me in silence, while the rest of the world branded her as a jealous, vindictive Luna abandoned by her mate.
Because Maya was sweet, and manipulative. She had always played the perfect little victim. From a young age, she pretended to be delicate, gaining sympathy from everyone around her.
There was a time when I believed my mother had gone mad from loneliness, convinced it was her fault that Damian stayed away. Thinking she was the problem, I blamed her.}
But now I know the truth. The Alpha I once respected was nothing more than a sanctimonious hypocrite–disgusting inside and out.”
And the scent of gardenias that clung to him told me everything–his relationship with Maya was far from simple.
The smell was far too strong–a scent that could only linger after something far more intimate than a conversation happened.}
Iclenched my fists, nails digging into my palms until I bled. The pain kept the last bit of my sanity.”
Maya had lived in our home since she was six. She knew everything–me, my mother, even Damian. She knew how to drive a wedge between me and my mom. How to twist Damian around her little finger. And slowly, she stole everything that was supposed to be mine.}
And Damian–this man I once revered–not only betrayed my mother, but also fell for Maya as she began to resemble her dead mother more and more. That same face now lived beneath his waist, serving his twisted desires.
I thought of all the things my mother endured in silence. Her late–night cries, the pain in her eyes whenever she looked at Maya. She knew everything, but she said nothing.
Because who would believe a “jealous and bitter” Luna?}
Shaking, I sat up in bed. Every broken bone screamed at me, but my mind had never been clearer.
I would avenge my mother. I would reclaim everything that had been stolen from me.
But right now, I was too weak. No one would help me, so I must grow stronger and return to my mother’s pack.
My mother was born in the Silver Moon Pack–the oldest, strongest bloodline among werewolves. They carried the purest Moon Wolf lineage, lived longer than any others, and were the true nobility of our kind.}
She once told me, “If I’m ever gone, go to the Silver Moon. Your grandmother will be waiting. There are people there who will love and protect you.“}
I forced myself to stand, gathering the few clothes I had left.
Just as I was about to leave, a familiar laugh floated up from below. It was Maya.
1 crept to the window and peeked out.
She was in the garden, posing for photos with a few Omega friends. She had changed out of her wedding dress into a pastel pink gown, her hair styled into soft, princess–like curls. She smiled sweetly for the camera, the very picture of innocence.
“Maya, you look so beautiful today! Mr. Nowell must really love you.”
“Yeah, a wedding dress worth eighty million and all that jewelry? When will we ever be that lucky?”
Maya covered her face shyly. “It’s not about the gifts. What truly moves me is Weston’s heart. He told me, even if the world is against us, he’ll protect me.”
I sneered.”
What a touching story. Too bad she left out the part where all those gifts–every diamond, every thread of that gown–was meant for me.
My eyes settled on her silky, gleaming hair, and I suddenly remembered what Logan used to say while caressing mine.§
“Amalia, your hair is beautiful like moonlight.”
But then, he shaved it off with his own hands just to avenge Maya.
I opened the window. The summer air was thick, but I breathed it in deeply.”
“Maya,” I called softly.}]
She turned around. When she saw my scarred face and shaven, scabbed scalp, her eyes flickered with disgust–but she quickly masked it with false concern.
“Amalia, why haven’t you gone to the hospital yet? Your wounds…“}
I smiled and reached out to touch her hair.
“Maya, your hair is lovely.”
She beamed at my compliment.”
But in the next breath, the flame from my lighter kissed the ends of her curls.
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“Aahhh!” she shrieked, panic–stricken as fire devoured her locks. Her friends screamed and scattered.”
“Help! Fire!”
I let go, watching her frantically slap at the flames.
“This is only the beginning, Maya,” I whispered into her ear. “You’ll pay for what you’ve done–to my mother, and to me.”>
She stared at me in terror and rage, utterly stunned that I’d retaliated so soon.
Her friends rushed to help, but half her hair was already charred.§
“Amalia! You’re insane!”
I adjusted my clothes, calm and unbothered.}
“Insane?” I said coolly. “No. I’ve never been more sane.”}
And with that, I tumed and walked away without looking back.}
At that moment, I felt a long–lost power stir deep within me–my wolf… it was back!
It let out a triumphant howl inside me, wild and untamed, as raw strength and primal instinct surged through my heart once more
Behind me, Maya’s wails filled the air, mingled with curses and chaos. But I felt nothing but clarity.
The game had officially begun.§
I, Amalia Schultz, the last princess of the Silver Moon Pack–am finally reclaiming my place.
And when I return, everyone who ever hurt me or my mother would pay.
