Luna's Payback: Claiming My Fate!

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Veronica's eyes widened as she stared at Javier, unable to believe what he had just told her. When she thought about it, his suggestion was indeed intriguing. She could imagine several possible future scenarios if they succeeded in their plan. But her subconscious mind was filled with countless "what ifs."

"You’re speechless; my idea is good, right?" It was as if Javier had read her mind.

"I’ll admit, what you said is thrilling and a clever move. But your plan has many loopholes. First of all, you already said that we're not the same. I'm human, and you’re a werewolf. If I use your wife’s face, how are we going to set this up? Do I have to pretend to be your wife to everyone?" she asked.

Javier nodded. "Yes. We need to live in the same house. I’ll take you to our village, where the Black Moon Pack lives."

"I’m just a human in the territory of werewolves! Maybe humans and werewolves aren’t enemies, but I’m sure your tribe won’t accept a human in your territory. They’ll always be hostile toward me," she replied with concern.

"Don’t worry, we’ll plan this carefully. We won’t make any clumsy decisions. One more thing, no one will know that you’re not Beatrice. Only you, me, my family, Nick, and Jordan will know the truth. You’ll pretend to be my Luna and a she-wolf," he said as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

She stared at him in disbelief. "What! I’m supposed to pretend to be a werewolf? Are you crazy? I know how sharp your senses are. I’m sure your tribe will figure out that I’m a fake werewolf, that I’m just a human. And what if they test me to shift forms? What if they realize that my physical strength is just that of a human?"

"You’re worrying too much, Veronica. The Black Moon Pack isn’t like other packs that hold on to old beliefs. We’re modern, just like you humans. No one would dare test you to prove that you’re a werewolf. If you become Beatrice, you’ll be their Luna—respected and protected. We don’t have sparring or physical exercises like what you’re imagining. We’re all busy with our own lives. Some of our members don’t even come home to the packhouse because they’re preoccupied with their professions and businesses," he explained at length.

She sighed. Javier’s plan made sense, but there were still many gaps that needed to be addressed immediately. "Alright, let’s say no one dares to test me. But what about my scent? I’m sure you can all tell the difference between a human scent and that of a werewolf. What if they smell the human blood running through my veins?" she challenged.

He nodded. "You’re right; our sense of smell is very strong. Thousands of times stronger than that of normal humans. But we can do something about that. We can have a special potion made to mask your human scent. You’ll smell just like one of us. But we’ll have to go on a long journey to find it because this is alchemy—the woman who makes these potions lives in the mountains, far away from everyone. We’ll have to find her so she can help us. Her ability to create various potions is so concerning that her own pack banished her."

She wanted to be amazed. She never thought that such things were possible and actually happened in real life. She always believed that these things only occurred in movies and television shows.

"Let’s say we successfully get the potion and it hides my scent. What about your entire tribe? They all know that your wife is dead. What, is it magic? One day a dead person just comes back to life?" she asked sarcastically.

She was surprised to see him smile. He stood up from the couch and approached the large glass window, looking out at the beautiful view. "That’s not a problem, Veronica. Is that your last worry?"

She frowned. "Is there nothing I should be worried about?"

"Well, the truth is, only my family knows that Beatrice is dead. They’re the only ones who know what really happened to my wife. Oh, for sure, many of my pack members believe that their Luna is dead because they haven’t seen Beatrice for years. But not a single one of them has dared to ask me where she is or why she’s not with me. We can’t stop the rumors that my Luna is dead. I’ve never denied it, but I’ve never confirmed it either. So if one day they see you, using Beatrice’s face, their joy and excitement will outweigh any doubts that you were dead but came back to life," he explained in detail, which added to her sense of hope.

Hope? Why was she feeling hopeful? Did she actually like what Javier was suggesting to her?

Was she drawn to this idea because it was Javier's condition for fixing her face, or was it because deep down, she liked the idea of getting revenge without her enemies knowing? She was confused with herself.

She didn’t even notice that he was already beside her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “I know that helping someone shouldn’t come with conditions. But I hope you understand that I want to see my wife’s face again. And it’s not just me who stands to gain here—you’ll have the greatest benefits. If you use your original face, you’ll never defeat Angelo Fuentebella. He’s a great manipulator and abuser. He’s done a lot of terrible things to me, and to you, so we should join forces to bring him down. And that can only happen if we execute everything without him suspecting you.”

She was so close to giving in. She now understood Javier’s point, and as crazy as this idea seemed, it made sense. This was the only way she could gain an advantage against her devil husband without him recognizing or suspecting her.

She was just scared. But what more was there to fear? The worst thing that could have happened to her had already happened. Her husband betrayed her. His family loathes her. She lost her identity. Her face was severely damaged. They killed her, yet here she was, alive. Nothing worse could happen to her now. The storm in her life had already come, and she had survived. She had nothing left to lose. She had lost everything.

And she knew that the only thing that could bring her happiness now was seeing Angelo fall from the high pedestal he had climbed. She wanted his entire family to suffer and regret the evil things they had done to her.

She knew there was no one else she could turn to for help but Javier. Besides, it was only right that she help him in return. He had already done so much for her. She needed to repay his kindness. After all, they shared the same enemy. Someone like Angelo didn’t deserve to exist in this world.

She needed to take revenge on the people who had turned her life into hell. A burning rage ignited within her. She looked seriously at the man in front of her. “Let's do this, Javier. I will use your wife's face,"