Second Chance Luna
Chapter 81

Camilla sank into the diner booth warming her hands with the cup of coffee in front of her. She wasn't even sure where she was anymore. Ever since Winter Moon's Luna Ceremony she had been wandering without direction. It was impossible for her to remain in the pack with that lanky b***h acting all high and mighty. How could life be so cruel to her? One moment she was the envy of every she-wolf hanging off the arm of an alpha and now here she was with hardly a duffle bag to her name. Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Narugi.com. Visit Narugi.com to read the complete chapters for free. When she left she had taken every bit of jewelry from her room before she was forced to vacate the Alpha floor. William wouldn't even look at her or spare her a moment of his time as he waited on his new Luna. And it was that gray-eyed b***h's fault. If not for her William would have taken her for a mate and she would have been Winter Moon's beloved Luna.

And now? Some lanky, beanpole was Luna. Camilla had no idea where such a flat twig came from or how she so easily won over William to get him to claim her but it simply wasn't fair. She was the one who put in years of hard work. That place was meant for her, she earned it. But no. That gray-eyed wench just had to get her nose involved.

Where did that leave her? A laughing stock, unable to show her face to any wolf.

"Someone looks like they are having a hard time."

Camilla stiffened looking up as another woman sat across from her. The redhead was definitely a wolf. The fine lines around her eyes not quite covered by concealer indicated she was at least middle-age for werewolves, perhaps in her sixties. Her aura was definitely sharpened by experience.

"Did I say you could join me?" Camilla sneered. Though the other's aura spoke of experience it wasn't particularly potent indication they were probably not ranked.

"Seems to me you need all the friends you can get," the other said with a smirk.

"And who said we were friends?" Camilla warily eyed her.

"We might not be but we do have a shared enemy... Blue Moon's Luna."

Camilla tried not to flinch but the smile on the other she-wolf's face showed she failed. Glancing around the diner she dropped her voice, "And what would you know about it?"

"I know you lost your chance at being Luna because of her. Because of her, you were scorned and humiliated. Don't you want a chance at evening the score?"

"What's it to you? What did she do to you?" Camilla asked.

"That's for me and my benefactor to know."

"Benefactor?"

"That's right. He has a vested interest in Blue Moon and he pays very well," the she-wolf said taking a out a small card and pushing it toward her. "If you accept his offer follow the instructions on this card and wait for him to contact you." Camilla glanced at the card nearly choking on her coffee, "There? Why there?"

"Now is not the time to be asking questions. If you want answers you'll do as you're told. Or you can keep wandering around until your money runs out," the she-wolf smirked and stood. "The choice is yours."

Flipping back her hair the she-wolf departed as suddenly as she appeared leaving Camilla to consider her options. Leaving the diner the redhead turned down an ally and found a sedan waiting for her. She slid into the passenger seat not looking at the driver or the passenger in the back.

"Did you deliver the offer?" the passenger in the back asked. Though he was shrouded in shadow a wolf's vision wouldn't have much difficulty seeing his features, which was why the she-wolf kept her gaze straight ahead.

"I did, but do we really need her? She doesn't appear particularly bright."

"Pawns don't need to be bright."

The she-wolf nodded.

"As for your next assignment, you are sure you can get in without raising alarm?"

"Of course. I still carry the pack scent."

"Good. You know what to do."

The driver slowly removed a small bag from his coat pocket and handed it to her without looking at her. Sniffing it, the she-wolf looked at the contents to see a mixture and dried herbs.

"This will do the job?"

"Of course. Even an alpha cannot resist. He'll be putty in your hands. Once his Luna feels the pains of his betrayal she'll come running straight into my arms. That is, if you are sure you have no qualms about it."

"Of course not, I've been waiting to take them down a few notches, him and his mother," the she-wolf growled. "And I'm curious. I want to see just how much like dear daddy he really is."

"Have as much fun with him as you like, just get the job done, Delilah."

"Of course," the she-wolf nodded before exiting.

She walked past the vehicle and turned down another street to where her own car waited. A devilish smile spread on her features as she set the bag of herbs in the passenger seat beside her.

It had been a long time since she left home unable to remain in a pack that failed to support her and an alpha that abandoned her all because his Luna appeared. She was the one who had been there on his lonely nights, not that ungrateful cow. And yet he thought nothing to go running to the mate who could barely stand him.

How was that fair?

What was the Moon Goddess even thinking?

Why were her efforts never acknowledged?

So she left the pack seeking solace elsewhere since the one she hoped to be her mate abandoned her. Delilah kept in touch with a few friends she left behind, at least until they found their fated mates.

At first they sympathized with her about the unfairness of the whole situation. But once they were mated they also turned their backs on her claiming nothing was better than replaceing their fated mates. They claimed it would all make sense when she found hers as if that was even possible.

She never told them she already met hers when she was eighteen. He was an omega. She was already dating the Alpha, how could she possibly accept such a downgrade? Later, she heard he took his own life unable to bear the pain of the rejection. It didn't matter to her in the least. At least now her wolf would finally be silent.

She figured it was only a matter of time before Jackson took her as his chosen mate as months then years went by and his fated mate never appeared. Instead he took others to his bed, one after another. Even so she knew he would come back to her, after all, they had grown up together.

Then his mate finally appeared. He was so smitten with her even though she was cold and aloof. Delilah heard rumors she caught him with another she-wolf at their first meeting and he was trying to make up for it. Cackling with glee Delilah waited for the arrogant she-wolf to leave.

But she didn't. And Jackson continued to curry her favor. It was ridiculous. When another of his bed partners suggested they take matters into their own hands Delilah immediately agreed. She thought their Luna would be an easy target but she had put up a surprisingly good fight even outnumbered.

They finally overwhelmed her and Delilah was all too happy to take her frustrations out on her. They might have even killed her if the Gamma didn't suddenly arrive. He flew into a rage and tore into all of them, snapping limbs and tossing them like ragdolls before ordering them all to be taken to the prison without so much as a thought to getting them medical attention. His only concern was for the Luna who he swept up and rushed to the pack hospital.

She didn't know how long they languished in their cells in excruciating pain as their wolves struggled to heal them. When Jackson finally returned she expected justice instead she met his cold rage. He took his time with each of them forcing them to yield to their Luna or be cast out as rogues. They had no choice but to accept.

Norah had been given the finest care and appointed guards. They never had another opportunity and the others were content to keep their heads down. She bore the humiliation as long as she could but the Luna Ceremony was the final straw. Delilah couldn't take it anymore and put in a request to travel.

At first she thought Jackson would object, convince her to stay, but he didn't. He barely even looked at her when she presented the paperwork. Signing it without a word he didn't even wish her a fair trip in his hurry to return to his Luna's side.

It was galling but what could she do? The final nail was when she learned the birth of his heir. It was salt in her wound. She never thought the day would come that she would be able to exact retribution.

Then he showed up just when she had all but given up hope. Delilah didn't know how he found out about her or her past with Jackson but he seemed to know quite a bit. And he finally offered her the one thing she wanted most: revenge.

At first all he asked for was information. She was actually getting bored with their arrangement until a few days ago when he proposed their next move. She hadn't been this excited in a long time. Finally! She was going to make that b***h regret ever taking Jackson away from her!