“I, Alpha Alexander of Black moon Pack, reject Vanessa as my mate and wife. A weak wolfless woman shouldn’t be the Luna of this pack, right? So I chose her sister, Mira, as my fated mate.”

Those were the words that shattered her.

In front of the entire pack, Vanessa was rejected, stripped of her title, and replaced by her own sister while her best friend supported her sister. The man she was forced to marry… the man she grew to love… humiliated her with a smile.

Her sister smirked. Her best friend watched in excitement. They all knew her secret—Vanessa had never shifted. And now, they used it to destroy her.

Thrown out like a traitor, she was banished and left to die in the forest.

But death didn’t come. Alpha Gerald did.

He saved her from rogue wolves. He gave her shelter. But in return, he asked for something she wasn’t ready to give—her truth. Vanessa promised herself never to trust again, but Gerald wasn’t like the others. He didn’t see her as weak. He saw something no one else ever did.

Then his fated mate returned… and Vanessa’s secret was exposed once again.

Broken. Betrayed. She ran—this time, not from fear, but toward answers. Toward power. Toward the truth about who she really was.

She carries the blood of something ancient. And her fate is tied to three Alphas—one who betrayed her, one who saved her, and one who’s yet to come.

They want her loyalty. Her love. Her life.

But she’s no longer the wolfless girl they rejected.

She’s the storm they never saw coming.

Can feel it happening every night when I close my eyes. The thing wearing the Void Wolf's voice crawls deeper into my head. Whispers things that make sense in the dark but feel wrong in daylight.


"She has to die," it says while I'm trying to sleep. "Vanessa. The last Nightshade. The one who could ruin everything we built."


"Do you? Or are you still that weak girl who wanted people to love her?"


"Then prove it. Kill her when she comes for the third artifact. Make it slow. Make it hurt."


The ritual components are spread across my bedroom floor. Poison herbs that grow only in graveyards. Silver needles blessed by dark priests. Blood from creatures that shouldn't exist. Everything needed to murder someone slowly while they think they're being healed.


Chapter 64 - CHAPTER 64 – "The Cracks in Me"