Lunara’s POV
The silence of the infirmary was deceiving. Beneath the surface of calm moonlight and soft–spoken healers, war brewed. Not the kind waged with claws and teeth–but with words, whispers, and lies.
Ashira had dragged my name through the blood–soaked dirt of the Northern Clans, claiming I’d bewitched her sister’s mate–stolen Killian through seduction and spell. She painted herself the betrayed kin, even though she had been the blade in my back all along.
Tears burned down my cheeks. No matter how many times I told myself I was stronger now betrayal cut deeper than fangs.
“Hey, hey… amore.” Killian’s voice was a low rumble, rough with concern as he sat beside me or the infirmary cot. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb catching the tears before they could fall. “Don’t cry. We’ll handle it, I swear.”
I swallowed thickly, unable to look away from the rare tenderness in his storm–gray eyes.
“We’ll make her regret it,” he murmured, brushing a knuckle down my cheek. “That’s why we’re mated now, right? To show them all what happens when you cross us.”
His words were meant to soothe, but they reminded me of what we were–or weren’t. A union forged in strategy, not love. A bond made for vengeance.
Fake. Or was it?
He tossed a rune–etched communicator crystal onto the bed beside me, then smirked. “Ready?”
I blinked at him. “For what?”
He leaned in with a wicked gleam. “To watch the world burn. Enzo!”
Seconds later, his second–in–command appeared in the doorway, fur still dusted with ash from the earlier skirmish.
“Summon the Council Broadcaster,” Killian ordered. “I want every Pack, every Clan tuned in. No pre–recorded message–we go live.”
Enzo blinked. “Now?”
Killian’s grin widened, his canines flashing. “Now.”
My heartbeat thundered as we sat before the enchanted crystal, its glow capturing and transmitting our likeness to every Pack Stronghold across the five territories. The Circle Council. The Heir Courts. Even rogue dens tuned in to the broadcast.
Killian, in his obsidian war cloak, looked like the Alpha he was born to be–calm, commanding. I sat beside him, spine straight, robes of soft lunar silk hiding the scars beneath.
“You’re ready,” Killian whispered, his hand brushing mine.
I nodded. The crystal flared, and Isabella–a Seer from the Oracle’s Guild–appeared before us in projection, her voice echoing like chimes.
“Lunara of Blackfen. Killian of Ashfang. Thank you for agreeing to speak. Let’s begin.”
She turned to me, eyes sharp.
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“Lunara, the Clans are abuzz with your sisterAshira’s accusations. She claims you seduced her intended mate and bewitched Alpha Killian. That your bond is the result of forbidden magic. What do you say to that?”
My hands clenched in my lap, but I met her gaze.
“It’s a lie,” I said clearly, “I never touched Killian while he was promised to Ashira, In fact, before the betrayal, Killian and I had only met twice, and never alone”
Isabella tilted her head. “You’re referring to the memory spheres released by the Oracle Archive? The ones showingAshira and Richard locked together during the Eclipse Festival?”
I nodded, “Those are real. Unaltered, I was the one who found them. Two moons ago, I walked into the Alpha’s chambers–my home–and found my sister in bed with my mate. Their clothes were discarded. Their scent was everywhere.”
Gasps rippled through the watchers behind the broadcast veil
“I documented the betrayal,” I continued, “And I walked out. I filed the dissolution ritual that same night,”
Isabella’s brows furrowed, “You have the right to press charges. Why haven’t you?”
Killian’s low growl interrupted. “Because we have bigger plans than court scrolls,”
The Seer’s eyes widened, “Are you saying there’s more?”
Killian’s eyes darkened like a storm. “Far more. Everyone remembers the attack during our Bonding Ceremony. The blade that struck Lunara was laced with corrupted magic. That blade was wielded by Richard.”
Gasps again. Even Isabella’s usually composed expression faltered,
“She nearly died,” Killian added, fury simmering in every word. “AndAshira watched, Smiling” Isabella hesitated, then leaned forward, “Will you tell us what happens next?”
Killian glanced at me, and I gave a small nod,
“We’ll give you one more truth,” I said, my voice calm despite the fire inside me. “Ashiraclaim: she’s carrying Killian’s heir. But that child… is not his.”
The Seer froze. Even the magic in the crystal flickered,
I let the silence stretch before delivering the final blow, “The child is Richard’s. We confirmed i with the Healer’s Records and the Eldermoon blood markers.Ashira lied.”
The comments flooding the crystal projection lit up with shock and outrage.
“Lying witch!”
“She’s a traitor to the Circle!”
“Lunara was framed!”
Isabella stared at us in open shock. “That… changes everything. And you’re sure?”
Killian’s smile was cold. “We don’t play games with things this serious. Ashira and Richard framed Lunara, tried to kill her, and claimed innocence while hiding behind fake tears.”
I added softly, “She ruined my name. Tried to end my life. But the truth has claws.” Isabella straightened, clearly shaken. “This scandal will ripple through every Pack. Thank you for
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your honesty.”
The crystal dimmed, the spell ending.I exhaled, my body sagging with relief.
Killian turned to me, his fingers brushing my arm. “You did well, amore.”
I gave him a small, tired smile. “I think I just destroyed my sister’s life.”
He chuckled, a dark gleam in his eyes. “She tried to destroy yours. You’re just returning the favor And you’ve only just begun.”
I leaned back against the chair, watching the chaos unfurl through the floating messages:
“Ashira Is a disgrace.”
“Lunara was innocent all along.”
And somewhere, deep in the heart of the forest, I knew my sister was watching–and trembling.
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Ronan’s POV
