Isla’s POV
The pain brought me back, not softly.
It dragged me into consciousness like claws down my back. I almost screamed, but my voice was cracked from begging them to stop flogging me.
I couldn’t move. Not really. I was lying on my stomach. My skin felt tight and burning. Wet in places. Dry in others. My back—I could tell it was shredded open like paper.
The healer hovered beside me. Her voice was soft. Not kind. Just… careful.
“You’re lucky to be alive.”
I didn’t answer. What should I say? Oh thank you?
“The flogging… did more damage than we thought,” she added.
Then she paused. And that pause told me everything.
“The rogue pup… it didn’t survive.”
The words didn’t hit right away.
Then they did. I turned my head slowly. The world tilted. My chest beat so fast.
Not because I wanted that child. Not because it was planned.
But because it was mine. Because it was life. Because it was the last thing I had left.
Now even that was gone.
“There’s more.”
Of course there always is, I thought to myself.
“Your womb. It ruptured. We had to remove it to save you.”
I sighed softly. I was no longer a Luna, no longer a wolf who could carry life. No longer a mother.
“You’ll survive,” she said again.
But I didn’t feel alive. I felt empty and hollow, dead inside.
But then… something odd happened. The room had a glow. I blinked once. Twice.
Not color. Not full clarity. Just… shadows. Outlines. A faint shimmer around things. Like seeing through water. Blurry, distant, but there.
Then I felt warmth in my legs, a pulse. I tried not to move, but my big toe twitched. Then, slowly, under the covers, I curled my foot.
It worked. My foot moved. I almost sobbed—but held it.
Because no one could know.
Just then, the nurse walked in.
“Alpha Kale has summoned her.”
The healer stood. “She can’t walk.”
“Then wheel her. He says she needs to pack her things. The Luna quarters will be reassigned today.”
Today? Not after the bond ends. Not in five days.
I clenched my jaw. The healer argued again. Said I’d tear open the wounds. Said I wasn’t strong enough.
I didn’t care. I tried to sit. Pain erupted down my spine like lightning.
But I didn’t stop. Eventually, they gave me a wheelchair.
I forced my body into it. My hands trembled. My back throbbed. The healer shook her head.
“You shouldn’t be doing this.”
But I had to. Because they wanted to strip me of everything. And I would not let them do it without watching.
The halls were quiet.
Every servant stared as I passed. Some looked away. Others didn’t bother.
I was no longer Luna. I was just… Isla.
The girl who broke. The wolf who bled. The slut who mated rogues.
When the nurse wheeled me into the Luna quarters, my chest seized.
Everything still looked like me. The books I loved. The pillows I embroidered. The photo of my parents on the wall.
And the urn—my mother and father’s ashes—sat gently on the mantelpiece, in the same white glass vessel I picked the day after their funeral.
I could see everything in black and white, but I still tilted my face away to make sure nobody found out I was regaining my sight.
From the side of my eyes I saw Nia come into my chambers. My jaw twitched, but I said nothing.
“Oh, cousin,” she said sweetly. “You’re early.”
I didn’t respond. My fingers felt around for the drawer. The last things I still owned.
She walked forward, smiling with too many teeth.
“You look… well. Better than expected.”
She stopped beside me. Her perfume was syrupy and thick. Her voice dripped.
“You used to walk these halls like you ruled them. Like he belonged to you.”
She bent down, her lips brushing near my ear.
“But nothing was ever yours, Isla. Not Kale. Not the Luna title. Not even the child in your belly.”
My breath hitched, but I still said nothing. I was not about to fall right into her trap, knowing that I just had a few days and I would be gone.
She stepped around me. Still smiling.
“But look at you now. Crippled. Blind. Wombless. And cursed.”
I stared up at her. My hands curled tight in my lap.
“You’re not worth it,” I whispered.
She laughed, then pushed the wheelchair really hard. I slammed into the ground. Pain exploded in my spine, down my legs.
But I didn’t cry out. Then I heard tiny footsteps, bare, slapping lightly against the tile.
A small boy with a glass of dark juice. Big green eyes. Caius.
He stood at the door with the same cold look in his face.
“Mommy,” he said, voice innocent. “What is this wicked woman doing here, and why does she look so dirty?”
Hearing this, I just sighed, but then I felt something cold and wet poured all over. I looked to my side to see that he poured his juice on me.
It soaked my shirt. My arms. My face. It burned where the flogging had torn skin.
I sucked in a breath, but didn’t flinch.
“Caius,” Nia said in mock surprise. “What a terrible accident. Come here, baby.”
He started running towards her, slipped from the juice on the floor and smacked his face on the ground. Blood flowed from his burst lips, and he began crying.
“Oh no! What did you do to him!” Nia shrieked, turning sharply toward me. “You HIT him! You monster!”
“I didn’t touch him,” I said, still on the floor.
But she had already scooped him up, pressing his face to her chest as if she were shielding him.
“Poor baby,” she cooed, walking out with him in her arms. “She won’t hurt you again.”
I didn’t cry. I had done enough of that already.
Instead… I looked.
And from where I lay, something shimmered beneath the bed.
A sliver of silver. I reached for it. My fingers shook. My back screamed.
But I pulled the board loose. Inside was a scroll. Bound in black ribbon. Dusty.
I unwrapped it. The words glowed softly. Silver.
Lunaris ink. Only visible to the true Luna.
My father's seal. The bond contract.
The one Kale signed in blood before he took my hand in front of the Pack.
And the final line burned into my heart:
“In the event of betrayal, the Alpha’s lands, title, and loyalty revert to the true Luna, and her alone.”
I held it in my trembling hands.
This wasn’t revenge. This wasn’t spite.
For the first time in days, I truly smiled. But before I could enjoy it, I heard footsteps and I quickly put the scroll back.
Kale. Jason. Nia.And Caius—his lips still bleeding.
Kale looked down at me on the floor.
“You hit my son?” he growled.
“I didn’t—”
He didn’t let me finish. In three strides, he grabbed the urn on the mantel.
My parents.And smashed it on the floor.
Ash and white dust spilled across the tile like smoke.
“No!” I screamed, reaching weakly for it, tears pouring down my cheeks. But deep down, I told myself: this pain… I’m performing it for them.
Still, my screams were real.
“She hurt Caius,” Nia sobbed dramatically. “She deserves to kneel and apologize.”
“I didn’t hurt him. He slipped. He—”
“I don’t care!” Kale snapped. “You’ll kneel outside in front of the Pack House and apologize. And from now until the bond severs, you will clean and cook and serve this house like the cursed thing you are.”
Jason hesitated. “She’s crippled. She can’t kneel.”
Kale turned to the Omegas. “Then wheel her out.”
They did. The Pack House watched. Dozens of eyes. Cold. Judging.
Kale stepped outside with a massive stone.
“She thinks she’s too crippled to kneel and say sorry?”
He dropped the boulder onto my lap.
I screamed. The pressure sent pain shooting up my legs, my spine, my skull.
Rain began to fall.Heavy. Cold. Soaking through my shirt. Mixing with my tears.
But through it all… I remembered, that scroll.
They thought I was broken. They thought I was blind. Crippled.
But in four days, I would leave this place,it will rain just like today , but it will rain fire
I’d make them burn.
