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Avenging Luna

Leila's, the daughter of a powerful Alpha, is cast aside by her father after being born as his first child. Disappointed that she cannot inherit his title, he sacrifices her to settle a debt with a notoriously brutal rival pack. Sentenced to a life of slavery, Leila's is subjected to unspeakable cruelty, her spirit hardened by the abuse she endures. Driven by a thirst for vengeance, Leila's vows to reclaim her honor and seek retribution against her father and her captors. Her life takes a turn when she escapes her torturous existence and encounters her destined mate. He introduces her to a world of love, protection, and comfort—a stark contrast to the harsh life she has known. With her mate’s unwavering support and the skills he helps her acquire, Leila's transforms from a mild, innocent young woman into a formidable force. As she prepares to exact her revenge, she grapples with the darkness within her, ultimately seeking to quench her thirst for vengeance while navigating the complexities of love and power. 'Turning Dark' is a gripping tale of betrayal, transformation, and the quest for justice as Leila rises from the ashes of her past to become a force to be reckoned with.

lucy_mumbua · Fantasy
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140 Chs

In The Sick Bed

 Leila's POV

I was lying in my hospital bed, the sterile scent of antiseptic filling the air around me. The faint sounds of machines beeping steadily accompanied the muted conversations of nurses and doctors outside my door. Despite the white walls and bright lights, I felt a heavy weight pressing down on my chest, a mixture of guilt and determination swirling within me.

Drake had spent the night by my side, a silent sentinel in the darkness. He had held my hand, kissed my forehead, and whispered sweet nothings that tugged at my heart. I could feel the pain radiating from him through our mate bond, the fear that coursed through him like a relentless tide. It was overwhelming, and I wished I could ease his burden, but how could I? How could I confess that my sickness was all a charade, a ruse to unmask the villain who had dared to hurt my baby?