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She Swapped Her Dying Son for Mine.
The night of the Scarlet Moon Pack’s celebration was supposed to be a victory. But everything fell apart in an instant. Wolves with red eyes tore through our home, and my son, Elias, was ripped away from me. Kael, my mate, the Alpha I trusted, betrayed me. Left me to die after a brutal attack. But the worst part? Aria. My best friend. She swapped her dying son with mine.
I woke in rogue territory, clutching a child I knew wasn’t mine, and the truth slammed into me like a freight train: Kael and Aria had set me up. I wasn’t just abandoned—I was left to rot with someone else’s child.
I thought I’d die that night. But now, it’s clear—no matter the cost, I will find Elias. And I’ll make them regret ever underestimating me.
The question is: can I survive long enough to make it happen?
--
The night was supposed to be perfect.
The Scarlet Moon Pack’s full moon celebration always was—a night of music, laughter, and family. Wolves shifted back and forth, some running wild under the moon, others mingling in human form with wine in hand.
I stood at the edge of the crowd, holding Elias close. My son was only a few months old, wrapped snugly in a blanket against my chest. His soft coos blended with the hum of conversation and distant laughter. I kissed his tiny head, breathing in his baby scent.
“Selene.”
I turned at the sound of Kael’s voice. My mate, the Alpha of the Scarlet Moon Pack, approached with that commanding presence only he could pull off. His dark hair was windswept, his sharp features softened only by the way his piercing blue eyes lingered on Elias.
“You’re hiding,” he teased, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
I shrugged. “Elias doesn’t like all the noise.”
Kael reached out, brushing a hand over Elias’s head. For a split second, something flashed across his face—regret, maybe—but it was gone just as quickly.
“Stay here,” he said. “I need to check in with Aria about the patrols.”
Aria. My best friend since childhood and our Beta. Her son, Theo, was the same age as Elias, but fate had dealt him a cruel hand. He was sick, and no one—not even the pack healers—could figure out why.
I nodded as Kael disappeared into the crowd, leaving me with an uneasy feeling I couldn’t shake.
The celebration carried on, but something was off. The air felt heavier, and the laughter seemed muted, like the forest itself was holding its breath.
Then, a low growl cut through the night, sharp and feral.
It came from the edge of the clearing.
Screams followed—raw and gut-wrenching—and the metallic tang of blood filled the air.
Wolves with glowing red eyes exploded from the tree line, ripping through the crowd with savage force.
“No,” I whispered, clutching Elias tighter as his cries broke through the chaos. My feet refused to move, frozen as panic wrapped around my throat.
“Selene!”
I turned to see Aria sprinting toward me, her face streaked with dirt and terror. She held Theo close, his tiny body limp in her arms.
“What’s happening?” I exclaimed. “Where’s Kael?”
Aria’s golden eyes darted around, wild with fear. “There’s no time! You have to run. Now.”
“I can’t just—”
“They’re after you, Selene!” she shouted.
Before I could process her words, a commanding howl sliced through the night. My head snapped toward the sound.
Kael stood atop a broken tree stump, blood dripping from the blade in his hand. His silhouette was framed by the eerie glow of flames reaching at the forest.
“Kael!” I screamed. Relief flooded me—until I noticed his eyes. They scanned the clearing, cold and calculating, and landed not on me, but on Aria.
Her body stiffened. She clutched Theo tighter, her face pale. Then, Kael gave her a single nod.
“No…” I whispered, the pieces clicking together in my mind.
Without warning, Aria shoved Theo into my arms and ripped Elias from my grasp.
“Aria!” I screamed, chasing after her, but a heavy weight slammed into me, sending me sprawling to the ground.
A snarling wolf pinned me, its red eyes burning with fury. Theo wailed in my arms as I struggled, adrenaline pumping through my veins.
Before the wolf could strike, an arrow pierced its side, and it collapsed with a gurgling whimper.
Kael loomed over me, crossbow in hand. Relief bubbled up, but it vanished the second I saw his expression.
“Kael,” I croaked. “Help me.”
He didn’t move. His eyes, once filled with warmth, were now void of anything human.
“Kael!” I screamed, desperation clawing at me.
But he turned and walked away.
My chest ached, but I forced myself to my feet, clutching Theo. Smoke burned my lungs as I stumbled through the chaos, searching for Elias.
A sharp, searing pain ripped through my side, and I collapsed to the ground. My vision blurred, but I could see the faint outline of someone stepping toward me.
“Selene.”
Aria’s voice was soft, almost tender, but it cut deeper than any blade.
I looked up at her, tears streaming down my face. “Where’s Elias?”
Her golden eyes glinted with something dark. Guilt? Maybe. But there was no mistaking the cold determination beneath it.
“Elias will live,” she said, kneeling beside me. “Theo deserves a chance too. You wouldn’t understand, Selene, but this… this is the only way.”
“No… no, please…”
She didn’t say anything else. She stood and disappeared into the smoke with Elias, leaving me with her dying son and a shattered heart as darkness pulled me under.

Chapter 2
I woke up to the sharp sting of cold air biting at my skin. The forest around me was eerily quiet, the smell of smoke and blood still clinging to my senses. My body ached in ways I couldn’t describe—my ribs felt shattered, my head throbbed, and my side burned where the wound refused to stop bleeding.
But none of it compared to the emptiness in my arms.
I looked down and froze.
It wasn’t Elias.
Theo.
Aria’s son, not mine. His tiny face was pale, his body fragile as he squirmed weakly in my hold, letting out soft, pitiful cries.
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head as tears blurred my vision. “No, no, no!”
Elias was gone. My sweet baby boy, ripped from me by the people I trusted most. Kael, my mate. Aria, my best friend.
I hugged Theo tightly, my chest heaving as sobs wracked my broken body. My tears soaked his blanket, but his cries only grew louder, more desperate. He was hungry.
I couldn’t stop myself. I shifted my grip, letting him latch onto my upper body. The action was instinctual, automatic, and as his tiny lips worked to feed, my heart shattered all over again.
I was feeding him, comforting him, while my own son—my Elias—was out there somewhere, stolen from me.
The pain became unbearable, my sobs turning into choked bursts as I glanced down at Theo. His face was still pale, his little hands barely moving. He was sick, fragile, clinging to life just like I was.
My hand trembled as I brushed his hair back. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “You didn’t ask for this. None of this is your fault.”
I forced myself to focus. Theo needed me. I couldn’t break down, not yet.
But my body had other plans.
Every inch of me screamed in agony as I shifted, trying to stand. The wound on my side sent a sharp, searing pain through my torso, and I crumpled back to the forest floor.
I couldn’t walk.
I bit down on a cry, clutching Theo close to my chest.
You have to move.
I dropped to my knees, dragging myself forward with one arm while holding Theo with the other. The forest seemed endless, the trees towering above me like silent witnesses to my misery.
Each inch forward felt like a mile.
My vision blurred, black spots creeping in as blood dripped steadily from my side. My breaths grew ragged, each one more painful than the last.
I tried to focus, tried to keep going, but my strength was fading.
The world tilted, and I collapsed, unable to go any further. My fingers tightened around Theo, who whimpered weakly in my arms.
I was going to die here.
And Theo—he wouldn’t survive without me.
The thought sent fresh tears streaming down my face. My lips parted, but no sound came out as I tried to scream, to cry for help.
And then I heard it.
A voice.
Low, gruff, and unfamiliar.
“She’s still alive. Barely.”
I tried to open my eyes, but darkness swallowed me whole.
---
When I woke up, everything was wrong.
The air smelled of damp earth and faint ash, and the hum of voices filled the space around me. My body felt lighter, like someone had taken the weight of the world off my chest, but the dull ache in my side reminded me I was far from healed.
I opened my eyes slowly, squinting against the dim light.
I wasn’t in the forest anymore.
The walls were rough stone, the flicker of a fire casting dancing shadows across them. I was lying on a makeshift cot, soft blankets wrapped around me.
Theo.
I shot up, panic flooding my veins, but the pain in my side forced me back down with a hiss.
“Relax,” a voice said, firm but not unkind.
I turned my head and saw him.
A man stood near the fire, his broad shoulders outlined by the flickering light. His face was sharp, rugged, and partially hidden beneath a mess of dark hair. His eyes, cold and calculating, met mine as he stepped closer.
“You’re safe,” he said, his tone clipped.
“Where’s Theo?” I rasped, my throat dry and voice barely audible.
He gestured toward a small basket near the fire. Theo was there, wrapped snugly in a blanket, his soft breathing steady and calm. Relief washed over me, tears springing to my eyes.
The man didn’t say anything else, just watched me, his expression unreadable.
“Who are you?” I managed to whisper.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he crouched beside me, his intense gaze locked on mine.
“You’re in rogue territory now,” he said finally. “And if you want to live, you’re going to have to prove you’re worth keeping alive.”
Chapter 3
I nodded weakly, unsure of what else to do. My body was too broken to argue, too exhausted to fight. The man straightened, his piercing gaze never leaving me.
“I know who you are,” he said, his voice calm but carrying a weight I couldn’t ignore. “You’re Luna Selene. Kael’s mate. The Scarlet Moon Pack’s Luna.”
Hearing my title, my connection to Kael, sent a sharp pain through my chest. He was my mate. My husband. The man who was supposed to protect me.
The man who betrayed me.
“And you know what else?” he added, his tone growing darker. “We’re the ones who attacked your celebration.”
His words hit me like a slap. My breath caught, and anger surged through me like wildfire.
“You what?” I hissed, forcing myself to sit up despite the stabbing pain in my side. My hands curled into fists. “You’re the reason my pack is in shambles? You killed them? You destroyed everything?”
I didn’t even think. My hand shot out, ready to slap him, but he caught my wrist with ease. His grip wasn’t tight, just firm enough to stop me.
“Before you lose yourself in anger,” he said coldly, “you might want to hear the rest of the story.”
I glared at him, my chest heaving with rage and pain.
“I saw him,” he continued, his tone unwavering. “Your Alpha. Your mate. I saw Kael put an arrow in your side.”
His words stopped me cold. My body froze, my mind racing to catch up.
“No…” I whispered, shaking my head. “You’re lying.”
“Am I?” he countered. “I saw it with my own eyes. He shot you. Then he ordered his warriors to drag you to the border and throw you out like trash. With the baby.”
The baby. Theo. Not Elias.
The image of Kael standing on that tree stump, commanding his warriors, flashed in my mind. The way he looked at me—cold, empty, like I was nothing.
Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling down my cheeks before I could stop them. “No,” I repeated, my voice cracking. “He wouldn’t. He’s my mate.”
“Your mate?” the man scoffed, letting go of my wrist. “Does a mate betray you? Leave you to die? You think I’m the monster? I lost five warriors in that ambush, but nothing—nothing—compares to the betrayal you just lived through.”
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. His words crushed me, every syllable driving the knife of betrayal deeper into my heart.
Kael shot me.
He ordered me thrown out.
And Aria… my best friend… she took Elias. She took my son and left me to die.
The pain was unbearable, suffocating, like I couldn’t draw a full breath. My vision blurred with tears, and I crumpled, clutching my knees as sobs wracked my body.
“I—I trusted them,” I choked out, the words barely audible. “Kael… Aria… they were my family.”
“And they betrayed you,” the man said flatly, no sympathy in his tone. “Now, you have a choice. You can lay here and die like they wanted, or you can get up, survive, and figure out what you’re going to do about it.”
His words hung in the air, heavy with challenge. I wiped at my tears, my hands trembling.
I didn’t know who this man was, or why he’d saved me after attacking my pack. But one thing was clear: Kael and Aria had left me to die.
And somehow, I was still alive.
“I’ll survive,” I whispered, my voice shaking but resolute. “For Theo. For Elias.”
The man nodded, a flicker of approval in his eyes. “Good. Then you’d better rest. You’ll need your strength.”
Chapter 4
That night, I couldn’t stop crying. No matter how hard I tried to hold it together for Theo, the tears kept coming, silent and endless. My heart felt like it had been torn into pieces, and every memory of Kael only made the pain worse.
I used to think he was perfect. The way he loved me… it felt like a dream. I remember how he stood up to my father—my father, the most powerful Alpha I’d ever known—just to be with me. Kael was only a low rank werewolf.
“Selene is my mate,” Kael had said, his voice firm, even as my father glared at him. “I’ll prove I’m worthy of her.”
And he did. Over and over again. My father eventually stepped down and gave Kael the title of Alpha. Kael led the Scarlet Moon Pack with strength and grace. I was so proud of him. So in love with him.
But then Aria came back.
She’d been gone for years, traveling abroad, training with different packs, and growing into her role as Beta. When she returned, I was thrilled to see my best friend again. She's like a sister to me.
But Kael… something shifted in him the moment she walked back into our lives.
I remember catching them once, late at night. I’d gone looking for Kael, expecting to find him in the study, but instead, I found him with Aria. They were standing too close, their voices hushed.
“What are you going to do about it?” Aria had whispered.
“I’ll handle it,” Kael replied, his tone tense but soft.
When they saw me, they froze. Kael quickly stepped away from her, his face unreadable.
“What’s going on?” I’d asked, my stomach twisting.
“Nothing,” Kael said, forcing a smile. “We were just talking about the patrols.”
But I wasn’t stupid. There was something else. Something they weren’t telling me.
Later, I couldn’t shake the image of the way he looked at her. His eyes… they sparkled in a way I hadn’t seen in so long.
Still, I dismissed it. I trusted him. I trusted Aria.
When I finally confronted him about it, I’d been so nervous. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I asked, “Kael… is there something going on between you and Aria?”
He’d looked hurt, almost offended. “Selene, no. How could you even think that? You’re my mate. My Luna. Don’t you trust me?”
“I do,” I’d said quickly, desperate to believe him. “I just… I saw the way you two were talking, and I—”
“It’s nothing,” he’d interrupted, pulling me into his arms. “I promise. Trust me. Trust us. Aria’s your best friend. She loves you, Selene.”
I wanted so badly to believe him. So I did.
Even when I overheard them talking about a pregnancy, I brushed it off. It wasn’t my place to assume. Aria was allowed her privacy. And Kael… Kael would never betray me.
But now, lying here in a strange place, with Theo snuggled against my chest, I couldn’t stop replaying all those moments in my head.
The late-night talks. The stolen glances. The lies I told myself because I loved him too much to see the truth.
Kael and Aria had been betraying me all along.
I cried harder, clutching Theo tighter, as if holding him could somehow stop the pieces of my broken heart from scattering any further.
I’d given Kael everything—my trust, my love, my whole life—and he’d thrown it all away.
And Aria… the woman I called my sister, my confidante… she’d taken it all from me. My mate. My child. My place in the pack.
I wiped at my tears, but they kept falling. It felt like the betrayal would never stop hurting.
“I trusted you,” I whispered into the darkness, my voice cracking. “I trusted both of you.”
But they hadn’t cared. They’d left me to die.
Theo stirred against me, his tiny hand gripping my shirt. His soft, fragile breaths were the only thing anchoring me to reality.
I took a shaky breath and pressed a kiss to his head. I couldn’t break. Not now. He might not be my son but he needed me.
Chapter 5
The days blurred into weeks. I was still weak, my body still recovering from the wounds Kael had inflicted, but I forced myself to move, to adapt. I couldn’t afford to fall apart. Not with Theo depending on me.
Thorne, the rogue leader, made his presence known early on. He was a tall, imposing man with silver hair and piercing dark eyes that always seemed to see too much. He rarely smiled, and when he spoke, it was with the kind of authority that demanded attention.
“Selene,” he said one morning, watching me struggle through a set of push-ups with the other rogues. “You want to survive here? You’ll need to work harder than that.”
I glared at him, my arms trembling as I pushed myself up again. “I didn’t ask for your help,” I snapped.
“No,” he said coolly, crossing his arms. “But I’m giving it anyway. You’ve got fire, Luna. But fire alone won’t save you out here.”
Hearing him call me “Luna” stung every time. I wasn’t a Luna anymore. Not to Kael. Not to anyone.
The rogues were tough—physically, mentally, emotionally. They trained relentlessly, honing their skills with a kind of brutal efficiency that left no room for weakness. I tried to keep up, but it wasn’t easy. My body was still healing, and I’d never trained like this before.
Thorne made it clear he had no patience for excuses.
“You’re too soft,” he said after one particularly grueling session. “Your pack pampered you.”
I clenched my fists, anger bubbling up inside me. “I’m not soft. I survived being betrayed by my own pack. I survived being left for dead.”
Thorne studied me, his gaze sharp. “Then prove it.”
The other rogues weren’t any kinder. Most of them didn’t trust me, and I couldn’t blame them. To them, I was just another pack wolf—a Luna who didn’t belong in their world.
But Theo… Theo was a different story. After weeks turn into months…
He’d started bonding with the rogues in ways I hadn’t expected. One of the younger men, a lanky wolf, often played with him, making funny faces and coaxing little giggles out of him. An older woman, had taken to knitting tiny blankets for him in her spare time.
And then there was Thorne.
I caught him one evening, crouched beside Theo with a surprisingly soft expression on his face. Theo reached out and grabbed a strand of Thorne’s silver hair, giggling as he gave it a tug.
“You’ve got a strong grip, little one,” Thorne murmured, his voice unusually gentle.
I watched from the shadows, my chest tightening. It was bittersweet, seeing Theo like this—seeing him smile and laugh when I was still grieving for Elias.
I couldn’t help but wonder: if Elias were here, would he have bonded with these rogues too?
The thought made my heart ache, but I shoved it aside. I couldn’t afford to dwell on what I’d lost.
While we were resting after a brutal training session, a healer among the rogues came to me. She was an older woman with wild, silver hair and kind eyes, but there was a sharpness to her that made her more than just a healer.
“Selene,” she said softly, her voice low as she approached me. “I’ve been watching your ‘son’.”
My heart froze. “Theo?” I asked, my voice tight.
“Yes,” she replied. “He’s sick, isn’t he?”
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. I hadn’t told anyone about the illness that had been slowly consuming him. But the truth was, I’d been afraid to admit it to myself, let alone anyone else.
The healer’s eyes softened with empathy. “There’s something that might help him,” she said, her gaze flickering to the distant horizon. “A rare herb that grows in Scarlet territory. It’s heavily guarded, but it could heal him.”
I felt a surge of hope, something I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in a long time. “What kind of herb?”
She hesitated, as if weighing her words. “It’s called moon’s touch. It’s said to have healing properties that can cure almost any illness, but it only grows in one place—deep within the heart of Scarlet territory. The pack guards it with their lives.”
My chest tightened. Scarlet territory. My territory. Where Kael’s warriors would no doubt hunt me down if they saw me.
But Theo needed it. If there was even a chance to save him… I had to try.
“Can you help me?” I asked, my voice raw with desperation.
The healer nodded. “I can. But you’ll have to get it yourself. No one can enter that land without being detected. Not unless you can move through the shadows, unnoticed.”
I clenched my fists, determination settling in my bones. This was my chance. My only chance.
“Then I’ll do it,” I said, my voice hard with resolve.
And as I stood there, looking out into the wilderness, I realized something else.
I wasn’t just fighting for Theo anymore. I was fighting for my own survival, for the vengeance I’d promised myself. For my son, Elias. The Scarlet Moon Pack had betrayed me, but they would learn that I wasn’t someone they could discard so easily.
I’d find the moon’s touch. I’d heal Theo. And then… take my son, Elias from Kael and Aria."

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