Hinovel
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I’d been his wife for five years, yet on my birthday, he took another woman and their “son” to celebrate— and all I got was a perfunctory text. The cruelest part? That child shares my birthday… and even has the same dimple when he smiles. Turns out my marriage, my title, my entire life were nothing but lies they crafted together. But what they didn’t expect was that the obedient “Luna” they silenced is already dead. The real me has awakened—ready to make every one of them pay.
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Chapter 1
I was born to be Luna.
Daughter of Alpha Frederick Ward, heir to the Silver Moon Pack, destined for greatness.
Five years ago, they married me to Damian Blackwood—strongest warrior, perfect Alpha, political alliance wrapped in a mate bond I convinced myself was love.
"He'll come," I whispered to my reflection, adjusting the silver dress I'd bought for tonight.
Thirty years old today, and my mate promised me Moonlight Amusement Park.
My phone buzzed.
Emergency pack business. Stay home. I'll make it up to you.
The words felt like ice water.
"Bullshit." Marissa's voice cut through my speaker. "An Alpha too busy for his Luna's birthday? Helena, wake up."
My best friend, my only friend really—elite lawyer, sharp as knives.
"He wouldn't—"
"Go find him. Right now."
My hands shook as I grabbed my keys.
The training grounds were empty, his scent long faded.
Something pulled me toward Vale Gallery, our pack's public business front.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw him.
Damian's wolf tattoo rippled under the soft lights as he held a small boy, dark-haired and laughing.
The woman beside him made my blood freeze.
Serena Vale—the woman who'd tried to frame me three years ago.
They were celebrating, cake and candles and happy birthday songs.
The boy's face turned toward the window.
My face stared back at me.
Same eyes, same smile, same dimple on the left cheek.
"No," I breathed.
Milo Vale—that's what the banner said.
Five years old today.
Same birthday as mine.
Serena leaned into Damian's shoulder, whispering something that made him nod.
I caught words through the glass: "suppressants," "bloodline test," "legitimate heir."
My father's military vehicle sat across the street, Frederick Ward's personal license plate gleaming under streetlights.
The world tilted.
I wasn't blessed by the Moon Goddess.
I was their convenient shell, a legal wrapper for their bastard son.
My phone slipped from my fingers, screen cracking against pavement.
Inside, Damian lifted Milo onto his shoulders, playing the perfect father.
The father he never tried to be with me.
Because we were never meant to have children.
I was just the cover story.
Serena's eyes suddenly locked with mine through the glass, her smile spreading slow and venomous.
She raised her phone, typing something.
My broken screen lit up with a message from an unknown number.
A photo: Damian, Serena, and Milo, the perfect family.
Below it, one line:
Alpha says you have no wolf, Helena. You're just an obedient shell.
My knees hit the cold pavement.
Somewhere deep inside, something that had been sleeping for five years began to growl.