“This contains herbs commonly used by witches to tamper with bonds—to forge or conceal them.”  

“Lies!” my voice cracked. “It’s just an aphrodisiac! Luna Lisa gave it to me!”  

The crowd roared with laughter, the sound cruel and mocking.  

Liam’s gaze bore into me, his disappointment cutting deeper than any blade. “So now you’re blaming the Mother Luna?”  

I shook my head frantically, tears streaming down my face. “No! She gave them to help me. Please, call her. She’ll explain!”  

“Enough!” Liam’s voice boomed, silencing the room. 

“I almost made the mistake of crowning someone as ungrateful and spiteful as you my Luna.”

I watched as he moved closer to the girl, the imposter, his attitude becoming gentler as he assisted her in standing up. 

“I apologize for all that you’ve suffered,” he said, his tone soothing. "I promise, I will get revenge for you."  

She nodded, tears streaming down her face. “Start by rejecting her,” she said, her voice trembling but resolute. "Comsider it done."

"Please, Liam, don't do this." I pleaded as he turned back to me, his expression hardening once more. 

“I, Alpha Liam, Alpha of the Lycan pack, reject you, Nina Hawthorne, as my mate and Luna.”  

Agony pierced me, burning and relentless. I fell to my knees, holding my chest as tears shook my body. 

Liam didn’t look at me as he placed a crown on the imposter, finishing it with a kiss. 

The sight burned into me, each second carving a deeper wound in my soul.  

As the crowd cheered, I made a vow, silent and cold.  

*I will make her pay.*

The Last Keeper

Suffering turned into my new existence.
Not the type that stemmed from treachery—the chilling, overwhelming pain of being rejected. No, this was distinct. More precise. It resided in my muscles, in my bones, in each unrefined breath I inhaled as I drove my body beyond its boundaries.
I had endured...

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