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Revenge of the Scarred Luna

Lila Voss
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Synopsis
Tonia Alexa lived a life of scorn. Mocked for the scar that marred her face, her own mate cast her aside the second he secured his power, leaving her shattered and convinced she was unlovable. Then came a single night with a stranger. He was the first man who didn’t see her scar, the first to make her feel desired. That one night was a secret they both carried. For Tonia, he was a dream. For him—the ruthless Alpha King Kermit—she was the only woman who had ever given him release, an obsession he couldn’t forget. Five years later, she’s forced into a marriage contract with that very same man. Just as his cold exterior begins to thaw, a devastating lie rips them apart. His memories of her are stolen, and the man who once desired her now sees only a traitor. Tonia wants to flee. But with her stolen children’s lives on the line, she has to fight. To reclaim her family, she must face a world of dark power and deception, ruled by the man who holds her heart but no longer remembers her name.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 Used Then Discarded

Tonia's POV

"You manipulated me!" The words tore from my throat as tears streamed down my face. My mate—my former mate—stood before me with cold indifference. "You used our bond as your stepping stone to power, Sterling! Your Pack rose through the ranks because of me! Now that you've gotten everything you wanted, you're throwing away the scarred girl, aren't you? But you were eager enough to mate with me when it served your purpose!"

"Cut the dramatics!" Sterling's eyes rolled with disgust. "Don't pretend you didn't see this coming eventually. Did you honestly believe I'd make you Luna of my Pack? I can't even look at you without feeling sick, Tonia. How could I possibly bring you to Alpha councils and introduce you to other leaders? You're revolting!"

"This scar wasn't my choice!" My voice cracked with anguish.

"You swore you'd take me to the finest healers. You broke every promise, Sterling! Treatment could have made a difference!"

"What? Your own blood relatives won't waste money on doctors for you, and you expected me to? Stop living in fantasies, Tonia, and get out of my territory!"

My vision blurred through the tears. Being called hideous wasn't new, but each time Sterling said it, the pain cut deeper.

I'd known Sterling felt nothing for me when my family arranged our mating bond. For an entire year, we'd existed like strangers sharing the same space. I remained untouched, a virgin, because he couldn't bear physical contact with me.

The ugliness wasn't my doing. A silver branding iron had scarred half my face in childhood, leaving me disfigured and alone. I still had no idea who was responsible, but I'd spent years enduring rejection and disgust. Even my own family was ashamed of how I looked.

But I'd foolishly believed Sterling might be different. I'd hoped he could love me despite everything. Instead, in a world where Pack status meant everything to Alpha leaders, betrayal was inevitable.

I fixed him with a burning stare. I'd genuinely loved this man and dreamed he might love me in return. Now I wanted him to suffer for what he'd done.

"You're a monster," I snarled through gritted teeth. "And someday you'll pay for this."

His laughter echoed through the room, harsh and mocking. "Poor cursed Tonia, exactly how would that happen? I'm now the third most powerful Alpha in the region. My Pack has climbed to the top while your family grovels beneath me! You're powerless against me now. You've always been worthless, and you always will be!

"Listen carefully—I've already rejected you, and you've accepted. There's one final ritual remaining, but as far as I'm concerned, you mean nothing to me anymore. So take your disgusting face and leave my territory! Right now, before I have my warriors drag you out!" His stare was arctic, and before I could respond, he stormed away.

Once I'd gathered enough strength to move, I left Sterling's Pack and decided to return home—to my father's territory. I hadn't been back since moving to Sterling's Pack, and I desperately hoped they'd welcome me.

My family had never truly cared for me. Everything started crumbling after my mother abandoned me at age four. My father took a new mate and suddenly had no time for me. Then came my scarring, and he became even more distant.

The border guards allowed me through, but when I knocked on the main house door, my stepsister and her mother answered. To my shock, they refused to let me enter.

"Go back to Sterling and grovel some more, Tonia. You're not welcome here," Sabrina declared after I'd explained my situation.

Despite my pleas, despite making them understand I had nowhere else to go, they ordered the guards to escort me off the property.

They'd always considered me a family disgrace and celebrated when I left for Sterling's Pack. Now they wanted nothing to do with my return.

By nightfall, I sat in my usual haunt—Faceless Drunk. This bar served drinks potent enough to intoxicate even werewolves, and no one worried about recognition or judgment since every patron wore masks.

I'd been coming here for years. If people saw my face, they'd assume I drank because I was hideous.

"You're too ugly." I'd heard those words so often I could recite them perfectly.

But Sterling's betrayal hurt worse than anything. The pain was amplified by my complete helplessness. His Pack held tremendous power now, while I was just a scarred, rejected girl without even a family to return to. No one could ever want me.

What reason did I have to keep living?

I drained my glass and was struggling to stand when a voice spoke from beside me: "Another drink for the lady, please."

I spun around, startled, to find a man settling into the adjacent seat. The bartender nodded and moved to prepare a fresh drink.

I studied the newcomer with curiosity. His face was hidden behind a mask like mine, but everything else about him screamed sophistication.

His suit was Gerald Heidi, and his watch was an Aethel Ross timepiece. An ordinary werewolf couldn't afford such luxury.

"You've been coming here to drink alone for quite some time," he said, catching me off guard.

His voice was smooth and impossible to ignore.

I looked down, feeling embarrassed. How could he possibly know? "I have no idea what you mean."

"Your mask." He gestured toward my face. "You never change it."

Oh. "That means you're here frequently too."

"I am. It's beneath my usual standards, but it's become my preferred spot. I enjoy not being judged by anyone."

The bartender returned with my drink. I thanked the stranger before taking a sip.

"From your demeanor, you seem troubled. I am as well. So why don't we make an arrangement? Enjoy ourselves tonight and part ways by morning?"

I stared at him in amazement. He was proposing a one-night encounter!

"But you don't know anything about me," I whispered shyly.

"I don't need to. It's purely for pleasure."

Something in his tone told me he was a man who disregarded others' emotions and focused solely on his own desires.

"However, I should warn you," he continued with a slight shake of his head. "It will be an extended night. I have... difficulty reaching completion with women. I never finish. So as I said, it's purely for enjoyment."

What? He couldn't climax during intimacy? But I'd heard that was the most intense part. How could he find pleasure in intimacy if he'd never reached that peak with a woman? The thought seemed tragic.

Despite how strange it sounded, part of me was intrigued. I'd always wondered about physical intimacy.

No one had ever desired me because of my scar, not even my mate—former mate.

After the stranger's continued persuasion, I found myself considering it.

"Can we leave our masks on?" You'll despise me like all the others if you see how hideous I am.

"Certainly." He shrugged casually. "Whatever you wish, Princess."

Princess? My stomach fluttered.

Oh no. He had no idea I looked like a monster. If he knew the truth, he'd flee like everyone else.

I felt tears threatening. Sometimes I truly wished someone would treat me like a princess.