I am Amalthea Jade, the daughter of the prestigious Matthew and Thea Jade. My parents died in a rogue attack, and the only hope I had was my chosen mate, Blake Cohl.
I thought I got all the happiness in the world when I got married to him, but on my wedding night, he brought his fated mate to our wedding room. The mate, he can't reject.
I would've let go of her if she hadn't provoked me, and naturally, I did what anyone would've done in a situation like this. I attacked her.
There's a rule that if any person attacks another person without a reason, then he/she is punished with 20 whippings, but since I am the luna, I was given another option, apologize to my husband's fated mate.
Bow down and apologize to the person who took away my happiness? He must be joking.
Rather than bowing, I took not 20 but 50 whippings to remember this humiliation for the rest of my life.
Feeling tired, I decided to leave, as my father also thought that Blake was the better alpha than me. But as I was leaving, I came to know that my parents’ death wasn't just a normal rogue attack case. It was more than that.
The plan was simple. Avenge my parents, the humiliation I suffered, and start afresh, but what am I supposed to do when the Lycan king starts tailing me?
How the hell am I supposed to react when he says he wants to marry me, and that he will destroy everything in my world if I keep refusing him? Not to mention how he hates me.
“I can’t marry you because I hate all the males with the alpha syndrome, and I am already married,” I barked at him.
“And? I don't see why that's a problem. Let me make it clear, Amalthea. I want you, and I will do anything to get you, even if it means I will have to turn this world upside down,” He smirked.
How am I supposed to get on with my plans like this? Not to mention the rogue head who is strangely interested in my matters more than I am.
Oh, and did I mention I was in the process of awakening my powers that even I didn't know of?

The Luna's Vengeance

#Violent content. You can read or skip.#


Opening my eyes with a shaky breath, I looked around myself, closing my eyes tiredly. A vision again?


Currently, I was in what looked like a dungeon that was dimly lit with flame torches.


With a shaky breath as I was having difficulty breathing in this dark basement kind of area, I walked towards where the faint sounds of people talking were coming. Wait. This doesn’t look like a vision. My visions aren’t so detailed.


I know this was one of my dreams again. It's been so long since I had the last one. Two months passed, and I thought I was relieved from the horrifying dreams. Dad once said my dreams have a deeper meaning, but I don't think it’s true.


"Did you talk to her? Is she ready to talk? Where are the rest of them hiding?" A man said while standing near the staircase, and I hid behind the stone wall.


Chapter 30 The death song