Evil Moon Goddess Descendant

~Brielle's POV~

I woke up groggily, my body aching like I'd been dragged through fire. My eyes fluttered open to pitch-black surroundings, a cold dampness in the air. The stone beneath me bit into my skin, rough and unforgiving. Where… where the hell was I?

Voices. Soft murmurs. I blinked again, this time registering shadows—figures standing around me, cloaked and silent. I tried to speak, but my throat was too dry.

"W-What's going on?" I croaked out, forcing my body to sit up. Pain stabbed my ribs. "Who are you people?"

No one answered.

They moved with quiet precision, ignoring every word I said as they placed cold hands on my arms, my chest, my neck... tracing something. Searching. One of them murmured something I couldn't catch. Another scribbled something down.

Panic gripped me. "Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?!"

Still, silence.

Then, as quickly as they came, they left—shutting the heavy door behind them and locking me back in darkness like I was some dangerous thing they didn't want loose.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

I sat there, shivering. My body hurt, my head throbbed, but none of that compared to the chaos spinning inside me. I tried to remember… tried to piece together everything that happened before this.

Then it hit me.

Lyra.

Her screams. Her terrified face. The look of pure fear as something inside me snapped—and I lashed out.

But what even happened? I didn't know. I didn't even understand how I had done… that. Whatever that was. Something had taken over me. Something dark. And even now, the memory made me feel sick.

Had I really done that?

What the hell was happening to me?

I stared down at my trembling hands, clenching them into fists.

Then Lyra's voice echoed in my mind. Her cruel confession. Her twisted obsession with watching me suffer. Her hatred… just because I once had a life better than hers.

And I had. Gods, I had everything.

I was the daughter of a respected Alpha. My father, Alpha Mathias, was a man everyone admired. We weren't just a family—we were the heart of the Bloodfang Pack.

And then he came.

Draven Valrath.

The Lycan Alpha.

He and his army of beasts stormed through our territory like we were nothing. My father fought. Fought until his last breath. But it wasn't enough. Draven slaughtered our warriors, destroyed our home—and when he faced my father…

He killed him.

Ripped the heart of our pack right from our chests.

My father's beta was executed alongside him. Our pack crumbled. And because my father had no male heir, the Elders, desperate for order, named Cassian—her father—as Alpha.

From that moment, everything changed.

Cassian moved into our home like it was his. Declared it his birthright. His family strutted through the halls I once played in like royalty while I—Brielle Ashveil, daughter of the Alpha—was made a servant.

The only reason we weren't thrown out into the cold like beggars was because some of the Elders argued that my mother, Valarie, deserved better. She had once been Luna. She helped build this pack from the ground up. So they allowed us to stay.

But only as servants.

I became a slave in my own house.

My stomach growled loudly, snapping me out of my thoughts. I hadn't eaten since the hellish morning this all started. My body ached, the hunger clinging to my bones like a second skin. I curled into myself, trying not to cry again.

Minutes passed.

Or maybe hours. I had no idea.

Then the door creaked open.

Two guards entered, their expressions unreadable as they unlocked my shackles and pulled me to my feet.

"Where are you taking me?" I whispered.

They didn't answer.

I was dragged down the stone corridors, footsteps echoing until we reached the grand council hall. The air in the room was thick with tension. I saw Alpha Cassian sitting like a king, smug and merciless. Beside him sat Luna Selena, cold as ever. Lyra… she was there too.

Pale.

Almost ghostly. With bandages on her shoulders and neck.

Her face still held the horror from what I'd done. Whatever I'd done.

Then my eyes landed on my mother.

Valarie stood in the corner, her eyes red from crying, her face etched with helplessness and despair. I could tell she had been fighting for me. Probably all night. But now she was silent. Beaten down.

"Look at her," Alpha Cassian snarled, standing. "Not only did she poison my daughter—now we know what you truly are."

I blinked. "What...?"

"You're the cursed one," he spat. "The descendant of the banished Moon Goddess. The evil one. The one whose power should never have been reborn."

I stood frozen. "No... that's not—what are you talking about?"

"You dare pretend ignorance after what you did?" he roared. "You used your cursed blood to attack my daughter again. You think you can escape punishment?! Death is too easy for you."

Every word crushed me like a blow to the chest.

The descendant of the evil Moon Goddess?

That wasn't possible.

It wasn't—

But the look my mother had on her face told me otherwise. This was real? They weren't lying?

"I didn't mean to... I don't even know what happened—" I tried to speak, voice cracking.

"Silence!" he barked. "You'll die, Brielle Ashveil. But not before you're broken. Your cursed blood won't have the privilege of an easy death."

My knees weakened, but I held myself up. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me crumble.

I clenched my fists, trembling.

But just before Cassian could continue, the chamber doors burst open.

A guard rushed in, panting.

"Alpha Cassian!" he shouted breathlessly. "The... the Lycan Alpha… has announced his arrival to the Bloodfang Pack."

The entire room went still.

The fear in everyone's eyes was instant.

Even Cassian paled slightly.

But my blood turned to fire.

The Lycan Alpha?

That same bastard?

The one who destroyed my life?

Was coming here?