Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Crowned Luna

Eva’s POV I was breathing heavily. Unshed tears stung my eyes and I gritted my teeth, holding them back from falling. If I was dying today, I couldn’t let them taint the last shred of dignity I had in me. I couldn’t let them see that they had won. I could feel my father’s indifferent gaze settled on my back. Even now, he had no qualms with sacrificing his daughter for a girl who was not even related to him by blood. My stepsister however, was glued to my fated mate like gum. Her glare burned through my back, telling me she had indeed won. In the end, she managed to take everything from me. My family, the man I loved, my life. I closed my eyes, recounting for the last time how these people had pushed me over the edge. Taking everything little by little until I had nothing left to give and how they were going to end my life. Just then, my fated mate, Percy Hunter, spoke. “Mr. Rudder, do you want to say your last words to your daughter?” Even at this point, my heart still skipped a beat at the sound of Percy’s voice. But where there had been love and longing before, all that was left was profound hatred and a gap that only revenge could close. “I have nothing to say to that murderer.” My father said gruffly with a dark expression on his face. “If you’re going to kill her with honour, do it now before I lose my patience and end her life in the most devastating way possible.” My step mother merely snorted, and my step sister, Layla cried. ‘Don’t be so harsh dad. Please, don’t blame her. It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t taken her place, she wouldn’t have been so bitter and malicious to do so many things out of jealousy.” I smiled bitterly. So, she was going to keep up the act till the very end? “You’re just too kind, Layla.” My step mother said quickly. “Eva brought this upon herself!” Tension rose in my heart which made my chest tighten and I bit my tongue, trying to stop myself from laughing out loud. It was hard to believe that at a point these people had been the most important things in my life that I would have sacrificed anything even my blood just to make them happy. Teas of blood filled my eyes at the disgusting sight in front of me. At the age of eighteen, I was suddenly embraced by the moon goddess. My father had told me how proud he was that my wolf was none other than the legendary white wolf, I was his pride and joy. Teary eyes, he had said. “Truly, the moon goddess has favored you.” That was when my torture started. Somehow, Layla had managed to convince them that her pure black wolf was more superior to mine and although I was my father’s true daughter and his first child , her senior with a few months , my father reduced me to nothing but a slave in his household. Still, I didn’t mind. Craving my father’s love and acceptance, I took whatever they dished out on me in stride, never complaining. Besides, I could never compare to Layla’s effortless grace and charm no matter how hard I tried. Since Layla was insecure about her seemingly ‘superior’ wolf, my father had told me. “Could you try not to appear in front of her too much and don’t reveal your wolf to people. If they ask, say you have a brown wolf and let that be that.” I knew why they did this. It was because although the Alpha Prince was my mate, he had eyes only for Layla and they wanted to do everything to please them both not minding if they took everything from me in the process. The pack members will always taunt me, recounting how weak I was because of my ‘brown’ wolf, still my father never let me reveal that my wolf was white even when he knew how much I suffered. “Think of your sister,” he’d always say. “Think of how much she’s suffering. How they will mock her if they find out you’re superior to her. The Alpha Prince might even break his engagement to her. Do you want to see her hurt?” Everyone revolved around Layla while I was humbled to the dust. Still, I didn’t dare tell anyone the truth, but all I got in return was more cruelty. Four years ago, on Layla’s birthday, she tricked me into traveling with her for a celebration. During that celebration, two people died and Layla almost died as well. My father had gone crazy, sending out search teams for days. After she was found, she pointed accusing fingers at me as the murderer and the person who almost ended her life. She twisted the whole story around, saying it was I who dragged her to the ceremony. My father was livid and so was my stepmother. They immediately cut ties with me, allowing the Alpha Prince send me to the gallows where I was tortured night and day for the past four years. My face was marred, my initial beauty, gone. My white wolf had been killed in her attempt to keep me from dying. In that horrible place, I lost a vital part of myself. Now, all I felt inside was… emptiness and unending anger. The tears finally poured from my eyes as they led me to the sacrificial alter where I was to be killed. Slowly, I placed my head on the stone slab before looking up to the people I had once called family. “Do you have anything to say before you die, Eva?” Percy asked me casually as if he was asking about choosing a breakfast dish. My heart clenched in my chest and I gave no reply. As the claws of the man who was to take my life extended, all I could think was why. Why had they treated me so cruelly even when they knew I had nothing to do with all those accusations? Alas, I was already at death’s door. There was nothing I could do now to turn back the hands of time. Letting the last of my tears fall, I closed my eyes and could only gasp in pain as the claw came down on my neck. As life was slowly drained out of me, I couldn’t even form a word. In the last moment, I tried to smile but a blood curling scream pierced my ears. I cringed as I realized the scream came from my won throat. A fresh wave of pain and rage washed over me, threatening to tear the very fibre of my being apart. I screamed again. How cruel was the goddess to watch me suffer such injustice and stand idly by? My eyes blazed fury and filled with unbearable hatred and bitterness. For a moment, I forgot my life was slowly coming to an end and tried attacking Layla with the intention of ripping off her manipulative mask of innocence, to reveal the manipulative woman that she truly was. However, just as I lunged forward, a strong force pulled me back into the abyss of darkness. I was so full of hatred and spite that as the last drop of my blood fell, I made a vow. If I could live again, I would never let myself be used and trampled upon by family, responsibility and love, neither will I foolishly give myself away only to be crushed. Just a s my vision went blank, I heard someone calling my name from beyond.