Rebirth: The Forbidden Luna

ab wound that pierced through her womb as she st

e blood. "Why did you do

the Crescent Pack below her. "Everything you have. Everything that you will have. All of them belong to me! Mine and mine alone! I, Anastasia Lerin, am the rightful Luna of

soul sister ever since she could remember. "I trusted you. My family treated you

nothing but a stepping stone for me, Diana. I never see any of you as family. When the Ritchell Clan became useless for me, what more choice do I have to do?" Anastasia grabbed

ramed for allegedly poisoning the alpha, her husband, was a big blow for her that

stared at the grinning Anastasia. "You! You collaborated with the real culprit."

ace grew bigger as she hovered over the curled form of the woman who once stood side

lips trembled from pain and anger. "Axel will not let you go. You kille

her lips dwindled when she watched Anastasia laughing like a banshee in front of he

ughter shook the stale air

he heavy breathing she produced neither the continuous flow of her blood to the chains around her ankles, Dian

olf in the back of her mind, but her b

ening heart, suffocating her by the mere tho

ur time to send this bitch off," said Anastasia after laughing. Sh

tasia. The moment a familiar scent wracked Diana's sense of smell, her wolf howled

es as she watched the silhouette of a man become clear

n before her in a whisper. So many questions she wanted to ask

ted the Moon Goddess for giving me someone like you as a mate. I cursed fate for your existence, forcing me away from the one w

each other, Anastasia grasped Diana's neck tightly until Diana's veins started to protrude around the latter's neck and

sharp claws pierced right through her chest

n innocent child. With open eyes, until she drew her last breath, Diana's tears continued to fall from them as the shadow of Anasta

Luna, Diana Ritchell, lingere

nger. Sadn

e right after her death. Her grievances chained Dia

d in the arms of a woman, whose beauty could not be bound with any earthly word. The

nmoving deity before he encircled her waist with his inked arm. Upon taking a closer look at the sw

emus. A faint glimmer of light in

s essence is already co

ul can still be saved. This poor child only wanted t

a chance; a single chance to rewrite her cruel destiny. If she still pursues the life gi

as worn out with snapped sides as if someone-or something-tore its other half on pu

against the laws of the Heavens." Remus reached out for Selene's hand b

emus, we may be gods, but we too make mistakes. But unlike the others, we can rectify the

soul by tying her second fate to

etimes, two broken pieces make a perfect match. I am merely giving the poor child a second choice-a path

ead, for he also received the second

Remus sent the soul back