Dark Revenge: The Reborn Luna and Her Two Alpha Mates

Betrayed, murdered, and left for dead by her own mate, Luna Amelia Winters has returned from the grave. Reborn into her past, she now wields a second chance like a sharpened blade. No longer the naive girl who fell for a monster, Amelia is a force of vengeance, meticulously plotting to dismantle Colton Rivers and Meganne Foster, brick by painful brick. Her pack was slaughtered, her family destroyed, but this time, the hunted will become the hunter. Will she succeed in her dark quest, or will the shadows of her past consume her once more?

Dark Revenge: The Reborn Luna and Her Two Alpha Mates

Betrayed, murdered, and left for dead by her own mate, Luna Amelia Winters has returned from the grave. Reborn into her past, she now wields a second chance like a sharpened blade. No longer the naive girl who fell for a monster, Amelia is a force of vengeance, meticulously plotting to dismantle Colton Rivers and Meganne Foster, brick by painful brick. Her pack was slaughtered, her family destroyed, but this time, the hunted will become the hunter. Will she succeed in her dark quest, or will the shadows of her past consume her once more?

The incessant beep, beep, beep of the alarm clock drilled into Amelia’s skull, a relentless assault on her already tortured mind. She groaned, swatting at it blindly, her hand connecting with nothing but air. Why was it so loud?

“Shut up. Shut the heck up, you damn thing!” she hissed, pulling the blanket further over her head. Amelia had always hated mornings, a true night wolf. But this morning felt… different. Wrong.

“Amelia… wake up, you idiot. We have to get ready to go to the mating ball. It is the first day of the mating ball and I am so damn excited for it.” Cilia’s cheerful voice pierced through the haze.

Mating ball? Amelia's mind, still fuzzy, screamed in protest. She was dead. She wasn't supposed to be here, in her bed, with Cilia nattering about a ball that had happened a year ago. A ball where she met her nightmare. She closed her eyes, the vivid sensation of jagged claws tearing through her skin, hot blood streaming down her, Meganne's cruel laughter, all rushing back.

No, this wasn't right. This couldn't be real. But then, Cilia’s warm hand clasped hers, soft and undeniably real. A wave of panic, then a desperate hope, washed over Amelia. Could this be real? Could she truly be back? She squeezed Cilia's hand, a silent prayer. "You are not a ghost?" she mumbled, finally opening her eyes to see her best friend, alive and well, looking at her with confusion.