Betrayed By My Alpha: The Ghost Luna's Revenge

I died alone in the medical wing giving birth to our son.

"Tell her to calm down and stop the theatrics."

Those were the last words my mate, the Alpha, said about me while I bled out.

Instead of passing on, my soul was tethered to the packhouse. I was forced to watch my best friend Seraphina seamlessly step into my life, taking my baby and my husband before my body was even cold.

To secure her place, she planted my blood-soaked birthing blanket in the woods to frame me for faking my own kidnapping.

Ryker swallowed her lies completely. He refused to send a search party, telling the entire pack my disappearance was just a pathetic plea for attention and money.

As a helpless ghost, I watched Seraphina brainwash my one-year-old son into calling her his mother and teach him to joyfully trample my beloved garden.

"Bad mommy ran away. Don't love Kaelen."

Hearing my own child parrot those venomous words was a dagger to my soul.

Whenever anyone questioned my absence, Ryker fiercely defended her, dismissing the desperate warnings of my loyal friends and his own elders.

The man I loved and died for treated my memory like a malicious joke, grateful for an excuse to replace me while living with my murderer.

But when Seraphina's mask finally slipped, and the horrifying truth of my death crashed down on him, it was far too late.

Seeing him crumble in agonizing regret brought me no comfort.

I no longer wanted his love or his desperate apologies.

Now, I only wanted his absolute ruin.