The Luna’s Second Chance

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Elena’s POV

The sheer weight of betrayal pressed down on me, suffocating and raw. It felt as if the world was crashing down around me, my entire life splintering into jagged fragments. I couldn’t move; I couldn’t blink, only endure the scene unfolding before me as it seared itself into my memory.

Jane, my handmaid, tried to pull me back, but I held her hand, stopping her. I wanted them to see me—I wanted them to know that I had discovered their betrayal. Yet they didn’t notice, continuing as if the world around them didn’t exist. And as I listened, I learned that the betrayal cut even deeper than I could have imagined.

“The b***h will be dead soon, and we can finally get married,” Miara moaned, her voice thick with pleasure as she slowed her pace. She leaned down to kiss Sebastian, who responded with a low grunt.

A cold tear slipped down my sucken cheek. She had manipulated me into rejecting him, and as stupid as I was, I couldn’t see that Sebastian had wanted me gone all along. It explained the coldness, the distance, the avoidance. He hadn’t visited his sick wife, the Luna of his pack, because he’d been plotting with my closest friend to betray me.

I had made excuses for him, convinced myself that he was too busy with pack matters. Little did I know that he had already abandoned me.

Jane’s whispered attempts to comfort me went unheard. I could only watch as the two of them continued, their voices echoing down the hall, and it seemed as if no one cared, as if everyone had known all along and had accepted it, rejecting me.

“Take me back,” I whispered to Jane, my voice barely audible.

Before she could carry out my order, Sebastian’s eyes flew open, his gaze locking onto mine. His body went rigid, and for a moment, horror flickered across his face, only to be replaced almost immediately with cold indifference.

Miara followed his gaze, her expression shifting from shock to smug satisfaction. She didn’t even bother to cover herself, her red lips spreading into a mocking smile as if she had won some twisted game.

Sebastian pushed Miara off him, reaching for a towel and wrapping it around himself with measured calm. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone devoid of any remorse.

“Sebastian…” I whispered, choking on the disbelief, the betrayal, the utter lack of regret in his eyes.

Miara stalked forward, hugging him from behind and peeking her head over his shoulder to smirk at me. “Surprised? Feels different, doesn’t it?” she sneered. “Finally got a taste of your own poison?”

“What are you—?”

“Oh, cut the pretense,” Miara snapped, stepping forward, her eyes gleaming with malice. “You’ve been cheating on Sebastian for years with Tyrion. Did you think I’d keep it a secret?” She laughed, her voice laced with venom. “No, you w***e. He deserves better.”

The accusation hit me like a tidal wave. Tyrion… my adoptive brother. The same man Sebastian had inexplicably started hating months ago—the one he had sent to the front lines of a deadly war.

My voice was barely a whisper. “Sebastian… you killed him,” I breathed, the words trembling in the silence.

Sebastian’s gaze hardened, his jaw clenching as he stared down at me with pure loathing. “You dare to cry over your lover in my presence?” He raised his hand as if to strike me, only to stop midair, his fingers curling into a fist before he dropped it back to his side.

“I don’t need to send you to your grave; you’re already lying in it,” he spat, his voice seething with bitterness. “Get out, you half-breed disgrace.”

The venom in his words tore through me, ripping open wounds I hadn’t known were there. I wanted to scream, to defend myself, to shatter the lies that had destroyed my reality but my strength failed me. I could taste blood as bile rose in my throat.

Jane’s silent tears fell onto my shoulder as she guided my wheelchair out of the room, her face pale with shock and grief. Sebastian’s cold gaze followed me, unyielding, as if I were nothing more than a stranger.

The hallway felt endless, lined with memories that now mocked me. By the time we reached my room, numbness had settled over me like a shroud, wrapping me in its dark embrace.

Jane wanted to put me to bed, but I refused. “Leave me,” I ordered her. She started to protest, but I didn’t let her.

With her head bowed in sorrow, she left the room. Alone at last, I struggled to lift myself from the wheelchair, failing a number of times before finally standing. Slowly, I made my way to the balcony, letting the cold wind lash my skin and dry my tears. A storm was brewing, its fierce winds a reflection of the chaos inside me.

I climbed onto the railing, my body swaying as the wind threatened to knock me back to safety.

“Finally going to do it?” Miara’s voice cut through the storm. I didn’t turn, simply closed my eyes and let the wind howl around me.

She chuckled. “All it took was for you to see me with your beloved husband. Imagine that.”

I turned my head to her, my voice swallowed by the thunderous sky. “Why?”

“Why what?” She laughed, an ugly, twisted sound. “Why did I poison you for so long, or why did I take back what was mine?”

Poison? No wonder my sickness couldn’t be traced. Certain poisons wouldn’t show up in a half-werewolf’s system, especially in small doses. Those damn teas she fed me... I’d trusted her, drank them without question, believing her lies that they would "help my strength." My throat tightened with bitterness and regret. I was such a fool.

I managed a bitter smile. “You’re evil.”

At that moment, Sebastian appeared beside her, standing in silent approval. He didn’t try to stop me, didn’t say a word.

Miara took his hand, smiling as if they were presenting me with my downfall. “We’re going to be parents soon,” she sneered. “Bless our child from heaven, or whatever pit you’re falling into.”

A twisted laugh escaped me, a hollow sound in the storm. I had come here to end my pain, to surrender to despair, but now, all I wanted was vengeance.

The Moon Goddess had never helped me, and on this night, when no moon hung in the sky, she would neither see nor hear me. I had heard stories of Furia, the weeping goddess of time and retribution—the sworn enemy of the Moon Goddess.

I had never worshipped her, but in this moment, she was all I had left, my only hope for justice.

Looking up into the storm-tossed sky, I whispered, “Avenge me, Furia, and have my soul as payment.”

And with that, I stepped off the ledge, a smile on my face as I embraced my fate.