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Pain!
Revenge!
An Alpha's Regret!

"Wait! W... what are you doing?" she stuttered, staring cautiously at him as he sauntered towards her. 
His face which looked to be the moon goddess's finest creation soon loomed over her. She didn't know how someone so cold and ruthless could stare at her so passionately. And quite frankly, she didn't want to know. Too bad he didn't care as he had made it clear that he was going to make sure that he imprinted himself on every inch of her skin till she was aware that she was his. 
"Of course, I'm claiming what's mine." With that, his lips pressed on hers, and he kissed her with such ferocity that her knees turned to jello. 
All Skyla ever wanted was to spend forever with her mate and the man she loved, but even that was too much to ask. She was framed, abused, and then brutally killed just for dreaming. 
She died? Not even close. Like the moon goddess heard her cry, she awoke with a new identity, a new powerful parent and a new mate. 
The thing though is that Skyla is not willing to let in new love as all that she wants is revenge but for her new mate, that is not a choice. He is as cold as ice yet he is as passionate as fire. She never thought that she could hate a man so much yet crave him even more. 
What happens though when she also finds out that her first love and past is also not willing to let her go. He has also made it clear that he wants her back. 
Caught between an old love that she is familiar with and a new love that always shakes her down to the core, what will be her decision?

Alpha’s Regret: Chasing His Banished Luna Again

Asher stepped onto the palace grounds, his gaze immediately drawn to a familiar figure across the courtyard. Skylar. She stood near the grand entrance, her posture poised as ever, but her eyes seemed distant as she conversed with a guard.

Asher's heart quickened. He'd been waiting for a chance to speak to her without interference, to explain himself and try to reach the part of her that had once known him. This tournament, the facade of alliance—it was all for her, a way to bridge the chasm that had opened between them. And there she was, within reach.

He took a few purposeful strides in her direction, calling her name. But as he drew closer, a cluster of guards stepped into his path, blocking his advance. Their faces were stony, betraying no intention of letting him get anywhere near her.

"Move aside," he said, his voice calm but carrying a note of command. But the guards didn't budge.

Asher’s Luna