Donna felt numb and depressed, and it seemed that she had been wrapped up in the mud. The voices she was hearing were fuzzy and distant, like hearing the sound of the riverbank from the bottom of the dark and silent riverbed, very unreal.
She tried to call her wolf, Freya, but she was also sleeping.
She knew from her intuition that something was wrong. She gathered all her strength to pop out her claws and scratched her skin. The sharp pain gave her a moment of consciousness.
She heard a woman’s deliberately raised voice, with twisted excitement and malice, “Hanson! Just here! Right in front of her... f**k me hard!”
Donna suddenly opened her eyes, but what she had seen shocked her, and she almost thought she was still in a dream.
In the moonlight, on the snow bear skin blanket in the middle of the bedroom, her fiancé, Alpha Hanson, was naked and entangled with the red-haired female warrior Monica.
They were at the climax. Hanson was breathing heavily, and his muscles were bulging. He kissed Monica hard on her lips and then said, “Hush, we'll be in trouble if Donna wakes up..."
Monica was coiling around him like a snake, her red hair scattered. She was moaning and chuckling.
“Don’t worry. I put a strong anesthetic in her wine. She can’t wake up now! ... Tomorrow she will be your Luna and continue to be a slave for you...”
Anesthetic? Donna remembered that last night Hanson shared a bottle of precious wine with her to celebrate the Luna ceremony the next day. Who would have thought that there was such a vicious conspiracy hidden in the sweet wine?
Realizing her mate’s betrayal, Donna felt a sharp pain from the mark on the back of her neck, and her wolf, Freya, also woke up in the pain, whining and roaring in her mind, “Betrayer! Kill them!”
Donna used to be the strongest female warrior of the Red Moon Pack. She was qualified to participate in the werewolf royal family concubine selection, but she was deeply moved by Alpha Hanson’s promise: “To be my Luna, we can make our pack better, and the orphans, kids, and vulnerable groups will no longer suffer!”
Donna was born an orphan, and she got to know what darkness and oppression were. She thought she had found a soulmate and true love, so in the presence of the Moon Goddess, she and Hanson vowed to become chosen mates.
In order to become an excellent Luna, Donna retired from the position of the female leader warrior. She put away her claws and mainly dealt with pack affairs, as well as those corrupt and greedy pack elders. Undoubtedly, the elders were hostile to her and cooked up various charges to discredit her. Hanson asked her to endure all of this and she did. Never could she have imagined that she was betrayed and her sacrifice and dignity were so trampled on!
If it had not been for the powerful anesthetic that made her unable to move, she might have jumped on them right now and torn the shameful betrayers to pieces!
Donna had to wait until their love show was over. She was full of pain and regret, and all her love for Hanson had been destroyed and gone forever. But at the moment, she told herself to stay calm because she couldn't move and fight with them. If they found her awake, they might kill her ruthlessly.
When all was over, Hanson went to the bathroom to have a bath.
Donna felt a smelly heat on her face, as Monica's wolf, Sandra, maliciously walked around her. Monica sneered and whispered in her ear, "Donna, I shall never let you hold tomorrow's Luna ceremony. Hanson has already been mine, and the position of Luna must be mine, too.”
Monica is PREGNANT?
Donna tried to calm the mad Freya in her mind, "Calm down, Freya. We will take revenge. We will revenge for the shame and betrayal with my blood.”
The next morning saw the Moon Goddess Temple stand at the top of the holy mountain.
It was in this place that the werewolf packs dealt with all their important affairs and held ceremonies. The Moon Goddess Temple was under the direct management of the werewolf court, and all the Alpha and Luna conferring ceremonies were held here.
Donna arrived. Instead of wearing a wedding gown, she was wearing a neat black suit with long silver hair tied high like a blade out. She stood tall and straight, her eyes cold and her face severe and scary.
Although Monica’s whispers yesterday made her feel that Hanson would probably not come today, what if he came? Donna didn’t want to lose the opportunity to meet him at the Moon Goddess Temple. She hoped to cut off their mate relationship here in public.
Hanson didn’t show up at the time of the Luna ceremony, though Donna got a message from him via the communication crystal: “Last night some rogue wolves invaded the pack, and Monica was wounded, so the Luna conferring ceremony today will have to be canceled, and it will be held on another day.”
Fighting rogue wolves?
Liar!
Another day?
There was no other day!
Donna smiled sarcastically. She turned around and was going to leave.
Just at that moment a figure with an aura of awe and authority came out from the other side of the temple. He was extremely handsome, nearly two meters tall, rare in the werewolf Alpha. The light reflected from the temple's windows fell on his black hair hanging down to the neck, and his body shimmered in the sun. His eyes were so deep, and the pupils were pure black, swallowing all the light as if they were the bottomless abyss.
He was the Lycan King Black.
His face remained expressionless, and people couldn’t see his mood.
Beta Lucas, deputy of the king, was reporting about his marriage. He said to King Black, “The Alpha of the Cold Hill pack said that Miss Audrey is not well today, but as far as I know, she has eloped with a male Omega…”
“Tell the Alpha of Cold Hill Pack that his daughter doesn’t need to come today," The king said with a cold voice.
“But what about the pressure from the Alpha Council of Elders?” Beta Lucas spoke, with resentment and concern for the council.
“Pick one from the candidates that can be here right now.” The Lycan King's tone remained unchanged like he was discussing a weapon or a piece of furniture, not his future wife.
It was incredible that the king of the werewolf world had also been cuckolded.
It seemed that the Lycan King and Donna were in the same boat, but their situation was completely different. The Lycan King had power and wealth, and he did not need love. What he really needed was a qualified Luna. Donna looked at the back view of the Lycan King, cool and lonely. An idea suddenly struck her. She could take advantage of him. Wasn't it a good opportunity to take revenge on her betrayers? She might even realize her dream.
She took a deep breath, restrained her mixed and violent emotions, straightened her back, and walked towards the powerful Lycan King.
The king felt her approach and turned around, his dark eyes staring at her. Donna didn't feel the king's smell, but her wolf, Freya, snarled a warning in her mind because she was being threatened by a powerful enemy.
Donna stood up before him, looking back at his eyes without any fear.
“King Black.”
"It seems that we have both been taught a lesson by our chosen mate.”
“My Alpha is treacherous, and your Luna has eloped...” she paused, and then stared at King Black with hot eyes. "What do you think of the idea that we get married? You and I.”