Replaced By A Fake: The True Luna's Revenge

The sound of my bone snapping echoed through the bathroom like a gunshot.

Austen didn't even blink as he broke my hand for the ninety-sixth time.

His reason? I was in the shower and missed a call from Joyce, the woman he believes saved his life fifteen years ago.

But the nightmare didn't end there. When Joyce cut her own arm with glass and framed me for poisoning her, Austen didn't check the evidence.

He dragged me to the damp basement and picked up a mechanical drill coated in pure silver.

"This hand threw the vase," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm.

He drilled a hole straight through my palm.

He gave Joyce the precious healing serum for a tiny scratch, while leaving me with permanent nerve damage, claiming my pain was the only way to pay his life debt to her.

He calls this justice. He calls me the villain.

But he is a blind, arrogant fool.

He doesn't know that fifteen years ago, it was me who crawled into that burning car. It was my White Wolf blood that healed him. Joyce just stole the credit when I passed out.

Looking at the smoking hole in my hand, the last ember of love finally died.

I opened my secure server and messaged his sworn enemy, Alpha Dalton.

"I have the fortress blueprints. The price is extraction."

Tonight, his submissive wife dies, and the Architect goes rogue.