REBORN TO RUIN MY ALPHA:The Luna who defied fate

I stared at Darius, desperately searching his face for something I could recognize. Anything. A trace of the man who had once held my hand and promised that he would never hurt me. "Darius, please." My voice trembled. "Tell me I'm mistaken." He said nothing. I looked at Isolde, hoping that she would at least have the decency to look ashamed. Instead, she smiled. "Why are you looking at him like that, Seraphina?" she asked. "You heard what he said." I shook my head. "No. He doesn't mean it." "Oh, sweetheart." She tilted her head. "You really are as foolish as I thought." My heart pounded. "Stop it, Isolde." "Why? Does the truth hurt?" She stepped closer, her eyes glinting beneath the dim light. "You've always had everything. The wealthy family. The beautiful estate. The respect of every Alpha who crosses your path." Her smile sharpened. "And now you want to keep Darius, too?" "He's my fiancé." "Not for much longer." I looked at Darius. He didn't deny it. He didn't even look uncomfortable. He simply stood there, watching the woman I had called my best friend tear apart everything I believed about my life. "How long?" I whispered. Isolde raised an eyebrow. "How long what?" "How long have you been doing this behind my back?" She considered the question for a moment. "Long enough." My stomach twisted. "Why?" For the first time, her smile disappeared. "Because I'm tired of standing in your shadow!" Her voice rang through the room. "I'm tired of watching everyone praise you as though you're some perfect little princess. Do you know what it's like to spend your entire life being compared to you?" Tears blurred my vision. "I never asked you to compete with me." "No. You never had to. Everything was simply handed to you." She glanced at Darius, then back at me. "Even the man I wanted." I couldn't speak. The woman who had held me while I cried over my arguments with Darius was the same woman who had been secretly taking him from me. The woman who had called me her sister had been waiting for the opportunity to replace me. Something inside my chest cracked. "You're disgusting." Her eyes narrowed. "What did you say?" I straightened despite the pain in my side. "I said you're disgusting." For a moment, the room was silent. Then Isolde laughed. "You should look at yourself before insulting me. You're standing here bleeding, and your precious fiancé doesn't even care enough to help you." My fingers curled. "Shut up." "Or what?" I felt it then. The familiar stirring deep inside my chest. My wolf. She had been restless since the ambush, her instincts screaming that something was wrong. Now, with the scent of betrayal filling the room, she was clawing at the inside of my mind. Let me out. I closed my eyes. Not here. Not now. But Isolde wasn't finished. "Do you know what Darius told me?" she asked softly. "He said marrying you was the easiest way to secure your family's power. He never wanted you, Seraphina. He wanted the Silver Moon Pack." I looked at Darius one last time. "Is that true?" He met my gaze without hesitation. "Yes." One word. That was all it took. Something inside me snapped. A painful growl rose from my throat. My fingers curled as my bones began to shift. My body trembled, and the sound of tearing fabric filled the room as my human form gave way to the wolf beneath it. My silver-white fur emerged beneath the dim lights, marked by faint streaks of crimson where my injuries had reopened. My wolf was beautiful and powerful, a reflection of the bloodline I had inherited from my father. But tonight, she was furious. I lowered my head and bared my teeth at Isolde. She stared at me. Then her lips curled into a smile. "Finally." Her own transformation began. Her body dropped toward the floor, her bones shifting as dark fur spread across her skin. Within seconds, a large black wolf stood where my best friend had been. She growled at me. I answered with a snarl. Neither of us looked at Darius. Neither of us cared that the room was being torn apart by the power of our transformations. All I could see was the wolf who had betrayed me. I lunged. Isolde barely dodged my first attack. My claws tore through the sleeve of her robe before she twisted around and snapped at my shoulder. Pain exploded through my body. I staggered. My wound. The ambush had already taken too much from me. Every movement reopened the injury in my side, and the blood loss was weakening my wolf. But I refused to stop. I attacked again, driving Isolde toward the wall. For a moment, I had her. My jaws closed around the fur at her neck, and I forced her down with a furious growl. She struggled beneath me. I tightened my grip. You betrayed me. She twisted violently. You stole my life. Her claws raked across my injured side. A cry tore from my throat. My grip loosened. Isolde seized the opportunity, throwing me off her and slamming me against the edge of the table. The impact sent a fresh wave of agony through my body. I tried to rise. My legs trembled. No. I couldn't lose. Not to her. Not after everything. I forced myself forward, but Isolde was already charging. We collided in the center of the room. Her teeth sank into my injured shoulder. I howled and fought to free myself, clawing at her face. She released me, only to circle around and attack again. My movements grew slower. My breathing became ragged. The room blurred around me. I could hear Darius moving somewhere behind us, but he didn't intervene. He didn't order Isolde to stop. He didn't call for a healer. He simply watched. Isolde knocked me to the floor. I struggled to stand, but my legs refused to obey. She approached slowly, her black eyes fixed on mine. I tried to growl. Only a weak sound escaped my throat. She stopped in front of me. For one brief moment, I saw the woman who had once laughed beside me beneath the summer trees of the Silver Moon estate. The girl who had promised that we would always protect each other. Then she opened her jaws. And I understood. She had never intended to let me leave this room alive. I tried to move. I was too slow. Isolde attacked, and her teeth found my throat. Pain flashed through me. My body went still. I stared into her eyes as the strength drained from my limbs. Behind her, Darius remained silent. My fiancé. My betrayer. I called out to him to help me "Darius..... help.... me" He didn't he sat on the bed drinking his wine while watching me The man I had loved more than my own life. He didn't save me. He didn't even look away. My vision darkened. I struggled and struggled But my body was already to weak to move. I wanted to hate them. I wanted to curse their names and promise that the Moon Goddess would punish them for what they had done. But all I could think about was how desperately I had wanted to believe that I was loved. My final breath escaped me. And with it went the life I had fought so hard to protect. If I ever get another chance... The thought barely formed. I will make you pay. Then darkness swallowed everything. I died that night as Seraphina Vale, the devoted fiancée who had loved the wrong Alfa But if fate had taught me anything, it was this: Death did not always mean the end. Sometimes, it was only the beginning.