Avenging Luna
Chapter 75: Lily’s Past

Chapter 75: Lily’s Past

Lily’s POV:

For the past month, I’ve been playing my cards just right—lying low, acting as good as I possibly could. And it’s working. I’ve managed to regain some of the trust from the pack members I’d lost. Nelly and Lucas think of me as a reformed soul, a mother who’s turned over a new leaf, and it’s all thanks to Michael. That kid served his purpose well, the poor thing. He doesn’t even realize he’s just a pawn in my game. He calls me his best friend, all smiles and trust. How cute. Too bad I can’t love him.

Every time I look at Michael, he reminds me of the mistake I made. He’s the child of my mate, a man who deceived me in every way possible. The bitterness surges up in me whenever I see his innocent face. If I didn’t have any use for him, I would’ve aborted him the moment I killed his father.

Yes, I killed my mate. And I don’t regret it for a second.

He was a pathetic excuse for a man who lured me away from my rightful future as Luna. Promised me the world, said he’d make me happy. What a joke. All he offered was misery, a life far beneath what I deserved. Sure, he loved me, adored me, even, but love isn’t power. And I craved power. Leaving behind my chance to be Luna was the biggest mistake of my life, and I blamed the stupid mate bond for every second of it. It enchanted me with that initial rush—the magic of the bond, the heat of passion, the thrilling connection that blinded me to the truth.

But as the months passed, I realized how shallow that bond truly was. It didn’t come with respect, didn’t give me authority. It was just a hollow promise of a life I didn’t want. So, I came back to Drake. Being Luna was far more appealing than some weak mate pull that couldn’t give me what I needed.

Drake—now, Drake was different. Three days before I ran off with my mate, I’d had the best night of my life with Drake. He wasn’t my mate, but damn, he knew how to treat a woman. He made me feel things I never thought possible, took me to heights of pleasure I didn’t even know existed. That night stayed with me, even when the mate pull took over, dragging me into that disastrous bond with a man who could never measure up.

I should’ve rejected my mate right then after realizing that I was pregnant with his child after jumping in bed with him three days after being in bed with drake, it was a perfect cover up. But the moment I found out we were mates, I was consumed by that stupid mate pull. It was intoxicating—the rush of finding each other, the magnetic attraction that drew us into bed immediately. I should have lied to Drake I was pregnant with his child. He would’ve married me, no questions asked, and I would’ve become Luna, just like I was meant to be. There would’ve been no Leila to ruin everything. But no, I fell for the mate bond and the smooth words of a man who was beneath me. The stupid mate bond made me weak, blinded me. And by the time I realized my mistake, I was trapped in a life I hated.

Six months and a half. That’s all I could stand. So I killed him. It was easier than I thought it would be. And I came back to Drake, hoping he hadn’t found his mate yet. I was ready to tell him the baby was his, claim I was pregnant before I left. He would’ve believed me, would’ve taken me back, and everything would’ve been perfect.

But then she happened. Leila. That stupid bitch who ruined everything.

If I could kill my mate, Leila would be no problem. I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again. The plan is already in motion, and it’s foolproof. A little wolfsbane in her food, just enough to make it look like she’s aborting her baby on her own. After all, she had already expressed doubts about keeping it, didn’t she? Nobody will question it when it looks like she was the one taking the wolfsbane on purpose. They’ll think she changed her mind, wanted to end it all quietly. The pack will be disappointed in her, maybe even turn their backs on her. And by the time they realize what’s really happened, it’ll be too late.

Once the baby’s gone, I’ll finish her off completely. No one will suspect a thing. And Drake? He’ll be devastated, heartbroken. But I’ll be there, waiting, comforting him. He’ll come to realize that I’m the only one who truly deserves to stand by his side. Leila’s downfall is inevitable, and I’ll make sure she suffers every step of the way.

It’s almost too perfect. Soon, the pack will see Leila for what she really is—a failure. And then, they’ll see me, standing where I was always meant to be. As Luna.

Let the games begin.

Leila’s POV:

I had gone over to Nelly’s place for a chat since restlessness had gotten the best of me. Drake was busy with Lucas, preparing for Raphael’s execution tomorrow and waiting for Marcus to slip up once more. The idea of being surrounded by a female presence, especially Nelly, was comforting. She was the closest thing I had to a friend, and I needed that connection, now more than ever.

When I arrived, I found Lily playing with Michael, her son. The affection between them was undeniable. Michael adored her; the way he looked at Lily with those wide, innocent eyes melted my heart a little. He was growing up quickly—learning to walk, stumbling about with his little feet. Every time Lily moved, Michael’s eyes would follow her, his tiny hands raised as he tried to walk toward her, calling out in his baby voice, "Lala." His whole face lit up with a smile when he saw her.

I couldn’t help but think how cute they looked together. Lily’s transformation over the past few weeks had been a marvel to witness. She had been a completely different person before—cold, conniving, and full of venom. But now, every time I saw her with Michael, she was tender, her eyes soft as she cared for him. Today was no different. When she spotted me, she picked Michael up and headed my way with that sweet smile she’d been wearing lately.

"Lily," I greeted her with a nod, my eyes drifting toward Michael, who was beaming at her.

She smiled, her face glowing as she gently bounced Michael in her arms. "Hey, Leila. How are you feeling today?"

Her tone was warm, her smile genuine. It was strange, considering everything we’d been through. We hadn’t been friends, not even close. But lately, we had small, polite conversations, mostly centered around Michael. I didn’t know how to feel about it. This new side of Lily, this doting mother, felt almost... comforting.

As I watched her with her son, I began to wonder if it was possible for people to change. If Lily—who had been wicked beyond redemption in so many ways—could turn her life around for her child, then maybe motherhood truly had the power to heal. Watching her gave me a glimmer of hope for myself.

I still didn’t know if I would be a good mother. My own childhood had been difficult, filled with neglect and hardship. How could I love a child when I had never felt loved myself? But looking at Lily now, holding Michael with such love in her eyes, I realized that change was possible. If she could do it, maybe I could too. Maybe I could learn how to love in ways I’d never experienced before, to give my child the warmth and affection that had been denied to me.

With Lily’s transformation in front of me, I felt a small sense of comfort. Perhaps I could find my way as a mother after all. I would give my child everything I never had, and that thought filled me with both fear and hope.

I smiled at Lily, though my mind was still turning over all the thoughts about motherhood. It was strange, being in her presence now, feeling this quiet admiration for how well she was doing with Michael.

"You’re really great with him," I said, gesturing to the baby still smiling up at her.

Lily’s face softened, a mix of pride and tenderness shining through. "Thanks. He’s my world now."

I nodded, feeling a bit awkward. For so long, I had been wary of her, but now, it felt like we were both standing on common ground—each of us learning how to navigate this new life as mothers.

"By the way," she said, breaking the moment, "Nelly’s in the kitchen, if you’re looking for her."

I nodded, giving Michael one last trickle before heading toward the house. "I’ll catch up with her later. See you around, Lily."

As she walked away, I turned and made my way to the kitchen. Nelly was busy preparing food when I entered. She looked up and smiled.

"How’s everything going?" she asked, wiping her hands on her apron.

"Good," I replied, sitting down at the kitchen island. "I was just with Lily. She’s... actually really wonderful with her baby. It’s surprising."

Nelly smiled. "She’s come a long way. Sometimes, motherhood has a way of bringing out the best in people."

I paused for a moment, then shifted the conversation. "So... tomorrow’s the day, huh? Raphael’s execution."

Nelly nodded, her face hardening. "Yes, it’s time to finally put an end to that Chapter."