Rise Of The Forsaken Luna

“Luna Ashleigh Conrad, you are accused of meeting with rogues beyond our borders, therefore, going against our law. Is that true?”

Ashleigh dropped to her knees, pleading innocent before the Silverwood Pack. The Central Chamber consisted of the council of elders and a shocked assembly.

Her hands were tied to her back, and her eyes puffy from crying.

“I wasn't meeting rogues! They attacked me but thank Goddess, I managed to escaped,” she explained a little too breathlessly. “I’m not lying, you all have to believe me.”

Murmurs erupted through the crowd, their faces a mix of hatred and disappointment.

“What were you doing there at that time?” another elder asked with a critical expression.

Her body froze in place. How was she going to tell them she was tailing Hans Edgar, her suspicious Alpha mate, whom she believed was having a secret affair?

“Come on, Ash, speak up,” Hans urged from his seat, a smirk playing on his lips.

He disliked her, ever since he found out she was infertile and unable to bear pups.

Despite realizing how snoopy she had become, Hans wasn’t going to give up his mistress. That night, he and the mysterious latter were going to a hotel quite far from the pack mansion and had seen Ashleigh follow them.

He wanted to teach her a lesson. Even worse, rid himself of her without the formalities of a proper rejection.

“I, I was only trying to protect my—”

“Protect yourself by faking victim because you were caught in the act,” He cut her off, stepping closer. “Right?”

The elders exchanged glances among themselves, nodding in agreement.

“No, don’t listen to him. He’s playing with your minds! He was there too that night.”

Hans tilted his head. “Is that so? Prove it.”

Her voice cracked. “Why are you doing this?”

He crouched in front of her. “Because Ashleigh, I don't need an ugly, cursed, and disrespectful leech as my Luna,” he whispered sinisterly, wiping away a teardrop on her cheek. “You brought this on yourself, my love.”

He straightened up, addressing everyone with an air of righteous power. “As Alpha, the welfare of the ones I lead supersedes all other ties. In as much as this breaks me, what must be done, must be done!”

Ashleigh sucked in a breath, her blood boiling with fury.

If she weren't just a lowly Omega, gifted the title of Luna due to the mate bond, she would have torn this place down by now, leaving nothing but broken bones behind.

An elder stood up. “She has offered no defense, only emotional pleas. The time for talk is over, we have made our decision!”

The silence that followed was deafening.

He continued. “By the law of our ancestors, anyone who aids or consort with rogues is guilty of treason against our Pack, punishable by death. Ashleigh Conrad, Luna of Silverwood Pack, you have failed to offer a credible defense for your presence near the border. This council finds you GUILTY!”