When I turned eighteen—my coming-of-age ceremony as the future Luna—my parents were ambushed and taken hostage.

My fiancé, Alpha Jace Thorn, led a rescue mission alone.

He came back with his legs shattered, his wolf crippled, and both his kidneys torn out by rogues.

I wept for him. I believed he’d risked everything for love.

So I did the unthinkable—offered my own life to save his.

I donated one of my wolf-born organs—sacred, blessed by the Moon Goddess.

The ritual left me weak, my wolf half-asleep, dependent on tonics and moonwater just to keep breathing.

When Jace knelt before me, eyes red with tears, and promised, “You’re my mate, my destiny, my forever,”

I believed him.

Three years into our marriage, the Silverfang Pack called me the barren Luna.

I tried everything—herbal tonics, moon prayers, even the forbidden ritual of fertility under the Blood Moon.

Finally, I decided to attempt artificial conception at the healer’s den.

That was when I overheard them.

“Alpha Jace,” the healer whispered, voice trembling, “you and Alpha Thorn’s allies staged the ambush years ago. You harvested Luna Seris’s wolf organs and womb to save Lady Lyra. Now you want me to implant Lady Lyra’s egg into the Luna’s body? Don’t you think that’s too cruel?”

——

I froze behind the curtains. My heart stopped.

Jace chuckled, that cold, careless tone I once thought was charm.

“She’ll never find out. She’s too naive. She’s spent years thinking her wolf went dormant because she’s weak. She even begged me to help her conceive.”

He laughed softly. “Pathetic, isn’t it?”

The healer hesitated. “Alpha, she’s tried for two years. Her body can’t handle much more—”

“Enough.” Jace’s voice snapped like a whip.

“You work for me, not for her. And don’t mention this again—Lyra gets upset when you talk about that woman.”

Then, more quietly, his words turned venomous:

“Do you really think I’d ever marry Seris if Lyra hadn’t needed her organs? She’s nothing but a vessel—a spare part I kept alive for convenience.”

The world tilted. My vision blurred.

I stumbled out of the den before I could scream.

That night, Jace returned home with Lyra at his side—the woman I once called my sister.

He masked his surprise when he saw me waiting. Then, effortlessly calm, he sat beside me.

“Seris,” he said, smiling faintly. “Didn’t you have an appointment with the healer today?”

The word healer burned like silver in my chest.

Lyra brushed her hand along Jace’s arm, a picture of grace and pity.

“Seris,” she said sweetly, “if you’re still struggling to conceive, I know some ancient remedies from the Moon Temple. They worked wonders for me.”

I didn’t speak.

Jace’s hand immediately covered hers.

“Lyra, don’t tease her. Seris will have a pup soon enough.”

His tone was soft—but not for me. Only for her.

A laugh nearly escaped me. So that’s how it is.

Then his phone rang. He excused himself to take the call in his study.

The moment he left, Lyra’s mask shattered.

She leaned close, eyes glowing faintly gold.

“Do you really think you still deserve to be Luna?” she hissed. “A wolf who can’t breed is a disgrace to the pack. You should step down and save us the trouble.”

Her nails pierced my skin.

“Jace was mine long before you stole him,” she snarled. “You were only ever his experiment, Seris. A tool. But don’t worry—I’ll take good care of our pup.”

Then—she threw herself backward.

The crystal teacups shattered against the floor. She cried out.

“Lyra!”

Jace’s voice thundered as he rushed in.

He dropped to his knees beside her, panic flooding his eyes.

“Where are you hurt? Did she—did she push you?”

Lyra’s tears glistened as she leaned into his arms.

“Don’t blame her, please. I just told her I’m carrying your heir… and she got upset. I didn’t mean to upset her…”

I opened my mouth to speak—but Jace’s glare cut me to silence.

He lifted Lyra into his arms, fury blazing in his voice.

“Enough, Seris. Haven’t you done enough harm already?”

The front door slammed behind them.

I stood alone in the hollow mansion that once echoed with my vows—and finally realized—

even my heart had been harvested long ago.

It didn’t take long for Lyra’s message to arrive.

Lyra:“See it now? Alpha Jace was never yours. The Luna’s title should’ve been mine all along.”

I’d barely finished reading when the pack’s public forum exploded.

Breaking: Alpha Jace Thorn Spends 10 Billion to Summon Elite Healing Mages for Actress Lyra’s ‘Minor Wound’

The post featured photos—

Jace crouched beside Lyra, brushing silver dust from a faint scrape on her back, eyes dark with worry, his hand trembling as if she were his heart itself.

My chest tightened.

It felt as if my bones were dissolving, the strength draining from every vein.

---

Five years ago, on my eighteenth blood-moon ceremony, I was to be blessed as the next Luna of the Silverfang Pack.

That night, the Moon Altar lights dimmed, and a messenger arrived—my parents had been taken by rogues.

I panicked.

Jace went alone.

He came back the next evening, half-dead, legs shattered, carried by my blood-soaked parents.

I fell to my knees, tears streaming.

“Don’t cry,” he whispered through the pain, his voice gentle even as blood seeped from his lips.

“Our Seris looks best when she smiles… cough…”

When the healers spoke, their verdict was devastating—his wolf legs crushed beyond healing, his spirit stones drained, both kidneys gone.

I volunteered my own.

Through a sacred blood ritual, I gave him a part of my life.

Afterward, I was never the same—my wolf weak, my energy fading, my nights haunted by trembling hands clutching moonwater to survive.

Two years later, he proposed beneath the Lunar Oak, eyes glistening red as he vowed, “I’ll love you for eternity.”

How ironic those vows sound now.

---

“Luna,” said the old steward softly, stepping into my chambers with a steaming goblet. “Your medicine.”

“Leave it,” I murmured, locking my screen.

He hesitated. “Alpha ordered that I watch you drink it.”

I smiled faintly, took the cup, and downed it all in one breath.

The liquid burned like melted silver on my tongue.

When the steward left, I waited until his steps vanished down the corridor, then hurried to the kitchen and gathered the ashes of herbs from the fire pit.

The next day, I brought them to a healer I trusted in secret.

Hours later, as I stood in the cold moonlight, his words echoed in my mind:

“These herbs look like tonics, but they counter each other. Taken long enough, they’ll rot her wolf core from within. Her body will collapse naturally.”

I nearly dropped the report.

The shaking wouldn’t stop.

---

When I returned home, the mansion was quiet—too quiet.

I pushed open the door to the sun hall and froze.

Jace was kneeling on one leg, a damp cloth in hand, gently wiping the dust from Lyra’s bare feet.

His touch was reverent, almost worshipful.

And beneath her feet—

lay the moon-woven blanket I’d made for him four winters ago.

Back then, he couldn’t walk.

He’d sat in the dark, refusing even to celebrate his birthday.

So I stayed up for three nights, weaving that blanket from blessed wolf-wool under the full moon.

He’d smiled then, holding it close.

“I’ll treasure it forever,” he’d said.

Now, it was crushed under another woman’s heel.

---

Lyra startled when she saw me. “Seris, I—I didn’t mean—Alpha just saw me stumble and offered to help. I was about to leave—”

Jace rose instantly, stepping protectively before her.

“Don’t blame Lyra, Seris. If you have anger, take it out on me. She’s innocent.”

Lyra sniffled prettily, clutching his sleeve.

“Jace, please don’t scold her. It’s all my fault. I tripped again, silly me. I’ll leave now before she gets upset…”

Her words dripped sweetness—sweet as venom.

I looked at Jace.

His jaw tightened; his eyes flashed with irritation—not for her, but for me.

A thousand memories clawed through my chest: the surgery, the vows, the poison.

The air shifted.

My wolf stirred—weak, but awakening.

Silver light flickered in my eyes as my voice came out low and trembling:

“Tell me, Alpha Jace… which part of me will you take next?”

Lyra’s words dripped with false sweetness, but her body pressed closer against Jace’s, her head resting against his chest as if she already wore my mark.

“Lyra,” Jace murmured, brushing her arm as if she were made of glass, “stop teasing. The wound on your back hasn’t healed, and now you’ve twisted your ankle again.”

His hand slid down to steady her wrist, his eyes cutting coldly toward me.

“If you can’t stand having Lyra rest here, Seris,” he said, voice low and threatening, “then you can find somewhere else to stay. The Crescent Inn takes guests.”

My fingers curled. “No need,” I replied evenly. “She can stay. Let her heal… right here.”

I turned and climbed the staircase, forcing my trembling legs to carry me upward. Behind me, I could feel their shared breath, hear the pulse of their hearts beating in one rhythm.

---

Later, the door to my chamber creaked open.

Lyra entered without knocking, the scent of her perfume — foxglove and wolfbane — thick in the air.

“My dear sister,” she cooed, leaning against the doorframe. “I heard you’ve been trying to conceive Alpha Jace’s pup for two years. All those rituals, the healers, the blood tonics… how exhausting.”

Her tone shifted, a blade hidden beneath silk.

“Too bad,” she sneered, “you’ll never give birth to anyone’s pup. Not when you don’t even have a womb anymore.”

The words sliced through me. “What did you say?”

Lyra’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Do you even know why your parents were taken that night of your Moon Ceremony?”

A chill swept through my body. “What do you mean?”

She stepped closer, the click of her heels echoing like bone against stone. “Because you came of age. Because your organs matured. They wanted you compliant — ready to donate. At first, only one of your sacred wolf kidneys was needed. But Jace…” She smiled slowly, cruelly. “He didn’t want you bearing his heir. He married you only to keep your body close, so he could harvest what I needed.”

My vision blurred. “You’re lying. We share blood — we’re sisters.”

“Sisters?” Lyra’s face twisted in fury. “Who told you that lie?”

She leaned in, her whisper colder than moonlight. “You’re not my sister, Seris. You’re nothing but a blood vessel Father and Mother raised beside me — a living reservoir. My personal blood bank. They called you their adopted daughter, but you were my property. A replacement heart waiting to be carved open.”

Her laughter rang like a curse. “And now that my health’s restored, we don’t need you anymore. That’s why Jace poisoned you — slow, steady doses disguised as ‘medicine.’ How does it taste, hmm? Sweet? Metallic?”

I froze, realization crashing over me.

So that was why he’d always insisted the steward watch me drink.

Why he dismissed my protests as “hormonal weakness.”

Lyra tilted my chin upward, nails digging into my skin. “Every month you drank your death a little deeper. Jace kept you close so you’d never run. You were just… convenient.”

Then her voice dropped to a whisper, almost tender. “Do you ever wonder why you wake with bruises on your arms? Those aren’t accidents, darling. Jace drains your blood while you sleep, mixing it into my tonics so my wolf stays strong.”

The world shattered. My wolf inside me whimpered — wounded, furious, desperate.

Before I could move, Lyra slapped herself, a sharp crack splitting the silence.

She stumbled backward, clutching her stomach.

“Ah!” she screamed. “Sister, please don’t hurt me! My pup — the Alpha’s heir — please, have mercy!”

Jace burst through the door in seconds, eyes blazing. He didn’t hesitate.

His boot slammed into my chest, knocking me to the ground.

“Seris!” he roared. “I never thought you’d fall so low. Lyra’s carrying my heir, and you dare raise a hand against her?!”

I gasped, struggling for breath. “I can’t bear a child because of you! Because you—”

His expression flickered—just for a heartbeat—before guilt turned to rage.

Then Lyra whimpered again, clutching her belly, and his resolve hardened.

Without another word, he swept her into his arms and carried her away.

The sound of the door slamming echoed through the hollow corridors of our home—

the place I once believed was my sanctuary.

---

My last hope burned to ash.

I reached for my communicator crystal, the one I’d sealed years ago with a blood rune only I could break.

As it lit with blue fire, a familiar voice answered on the other end.

“Seris?”

“I’ll take the mission,” I said, voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. “The one you offered me years ago—the Bloodmoon Rebellion.”

A pause, then a low, approving growl. “Are you certain, Luna? Once you step on this path, there’s no turning back.”

My eyes turned silver.

“I lost everything once,” I whispered. “This time, I’ll take it all back.”