The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 258 Avery's POV +25 Bonus The torchlight flickered across the stone walls, illuminating the red paint. It had chipped and faded with time, but it was still there. Still remember. There were multiple a village depicting a life I didn't in the forest with people dancing in the square. A baby being born, lifted high above he priest's head. Some kind of grand ceremony? And then... Disaster. Fire. Destruction. Fire. Destruction. A child being stolen in the night by shadows in the shapes of wolves. The paintings stopped after that, like a history half-written.

I recalled what little I knew of the Lycans from my education. They were often depicted as warring tribes, barbaric and uncivilized. The last ones had allegedly been taken out decades ago. Some scattered and became the more modernized Werewolf culture. The rest... were dead. ues. A few assimilated into Or maybe they didn't know they were Lycans at all. Like me. Was that really me in those paintings? Was wolves? the infant that was stolen by dark I had spent my whole life believing that my mother was my biological mother, that I was the product of an Omega and a man who never wanted me.

If this was true, then why didn't my mother tell me? Why didn't she tell me that she'd found me, by some miracle, after her baby died? My expression must have shown my disbelief, because the Rogue King stepped forward, tracing his fingers across the paintings. "The Werewolves attacked on the night of your acceptance ceremony. It was a full moon. The night should have been one of peace and celebration. It should have solidified your connection to the Moon Goddess, and thus your powers.' Something flickered in his good eye. Pain. As if he had been there. "We weren't expecting it.

took you in the process." "We?" I whispered. He turned to face me fully. "I'm a Lycan, too, Avery. One of the few remaining from our tribe." He took a step toward me, and I instinctively moved backwards, my

he called himself-smiled and reached out, brushing his fingertips across my cheek. I slapped his hand away. "You're lying." - "I know you have little reason to trust me, Avery. But I'm telling the truth. I was a child then the son of a high ranking official in the tribe. You were the daughter of our leader. Our princess, born of the Moon Goddess's bloodline. Our marriage was set in stone before you

he reached up, removing his eyepatch. It fell into his palm, and when he looked up, I bit back a gasp. His lids closed over an empty socket. But it wasn't just empty-it was ruined, his brow bone partially smashed. The scar that ran across it was