Shattered Luna and Her Reborn Pup
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I was born with the purest Moon Goddess bloodline, destined to be the most revered princess of the Crescent Moon Pack.
Yet, in my past life, every drop of my wolf essence was drained from my veins while I was still breathing.
Right before I died, my father's adoptive sister, Ella, stood over me. Her smile was as sickeningly sweet as poison.
"Years ago, I swapped you for a stillborn with your dear mother, Valerie. Watching the high and mighty Luna cling to that dead baby, watching her slowly devolve into a raving lunatic until she had to surrender her throne to me like a pathetic dog... it was the best trade I ever made."
Taking advantage of my mother's shattered mind and the pack's growing disgust, Ella had effortlessly usurped the throne of the Luna.
By siphoning the power of my bloodline day after day, she purged the inherent weakness of her Omega genes and basked in the reverence of the entire pack.
Yet, after stealing all the glory, she bribed the pack's healer to declare my bloodline corrupted. She branded me a cursed beast, a harbinger of doom for the pack.
Chained to the walls of a damp, pitch-black dungeon, I was bled dry.
I closed my eyes with a heart full of blinding hatred. But when they snapped open again, the overwhelming stench of raw blood and amniotic fluid flooded my senses.
Yet, in my past life, every drop of my wolf essence was drained from my veins while I was still breathing.
Right before I died, my father's adoptive sister, Ella, stood over me. Her smile was as sickeningly sweet as poison.
"Years ago, I swapped you for a stillborn with your dear mother, Valerie. Watching the high and mighty Luna cling to that dead baby, watching her slowly devolve into a raving lunatic until she had to surrender her throne to me like a pathetic dog... it was the best trade I ever made."
Taking advantage of my mother's shattered mind and the pack's growing disgust, Ella had effortlessly usurped the throne of the Luna.
By siphoning the power of my bloodline day after day, she purged the inherent weakness of her Omega genes and basked in the reverence of the entire pack.
Yet, after stealing all the glory, she bribed the pack's healer to declare my bloodline corrupted. She branded me a cursed beast, a harbinger of doom for the pack.
Chained to the walls of a damp, pitch-black dungeon, I was bled dry.
I closed my eyes with a heart full of blinding hatred. But when they snapped open again, the overwhelming stench of raw blood and amniotic fluid flooded my senses.















































