The Luna Left For Dead Came For Blood

Amelia had just gotten the pregnancy test back. She decorated the bedroom, cooked her husband's favorite meal, and waited to tell him they were having another child. Their daughter Eva, six years old, had been asking for a baby brother. She'd even picked out a name: Arthur.

Aidan came home after midnight. He barely glanced at the decorations. He handed her divorce papers and told her his first love Sophia was back. "I want a divorce, Amelia, and that's final." Then Eva spiked a fever. Amelia called Aidan, heard Sophia's voice in the background, and rushed their daughter to the hospital anyway. The doctor said poison. Eva's small hand pressed against Amelia's stomach one last time—"I love baby Arthur," she whispered—and then her heart stopped. Aidan stood outside the ward, turned to his wife, and said, "You poisoned her. I swear I'll make you pay."

She hadn't. She'd cooked the food herself. But the CCTV footage was tampered with, the maids were too frightened to speak, and Sophia was already sitting on Aidan's desk, laughing, while he promised to make Amelia sign the papers and perform the rejection ceremony. Amelia walked in, slapped Sophia twice, and demanded the truth. Aidan told her to get out. He rejected her as his mate right there—not in a ceremony, not in front of the pack, just cold words in a cold room. "I reject you as my mate and Luna." She collapsed. When she woke, the healer told her the baby was still alive but her body was failing. Sophia showed up to gloat, pregnant with Aidan's child.

Amelia signed the divorce papers, packed her bag, made Tracy promise to tell no one where she'd gone, and left the pack house. She took a taxi to the only place she had left—her mother's house. The door opened, and her mother spoke her name like a prayer.

An enemy Alpha pulled her from the wreckage of that life. For five years, she rebuilt herself—first as a healer, then as a fighter. She crafted a new identity and a hidden agenda. When she finally returned to her old territory, no one recognized the woman walking through their borders. One by one, the people who had destroyed her family began to face her. Amelia didn't beg for mercy. She delivered it. The wolf they thought they had buried was the deadliest one of all, and by the time her enemies realized who she really was, she was already among them.