The Silent Luna's Trial (Maple and Finn) novel Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

After the devastating tragedy of my Alpha mate’s sister being brutally raped and then taking her own life, I made a conscious decision to remain silent, even when I uncovered the painful truth behind it all.

His Alpha parents wept bitterly, pleaded desperately, and even issued stern commands for me to speak out, but I met their demands with a cold, unyielding refusal.

When members of the pack gathered menacingly around my home, demanding answers and justice, I defended myself fiercely, brandishing a machete to drive them away.

Yet, despite everything, my mate did not turn his back on me. Instead, he defied his own family, standing firm in his resolve to seal the mate bond between us.

Following the marking ceremony, a cruel torment began—a daily nightmare. He subjected me to relentless torture, dragging others into the horror, forcing me to endure the same unspeakable suffering his sister had faced.

Six long years passed in this hellish cycle. My body, battered and broken, was finally nearing its breaking point when he invoked his Alpha authority to summon a witch.

He hauled me before the Pack’s Memory Tribunal, a place where justice and judgment intertwined.

“Maple, you don’t even deserve the name human! Hazel treated you like family, and this is how you repay her?” His voice was sharp, filled with accusation.

I lay there on the hospital bed, barely clinging to life, hooked up to a ventilator that hissed softly with each breath. My strength was gone; I couldn’t even muster the energy to respond.

The arena was packed to the brim with pack members from every corner of the werewolf realm. The air buzzed with tension and anticipation.

My mate, the Alpha, stood silently on the stage, his gaze fixed coldly on me.

“Stop pretending to be the victim!” he spat. “You protected a rapist. Everything happening to you now is exactly what you deserve!”

“Sharing a pack with you is a disgrace!” His words echoed through the vast space.

Nearby, the witch assigned to extract my memories held a slender silver needle, gleaming ominously in her hand. Once inserted, it would pull my memories from the depths of my mind and lay them bare for all to see.

I turned my head weakly toward Finn, tears streaming down my cheeks, and shook my head with the last flicker of strength I had—just 0.75%.

Finn’s sneer deepened, cruel and unyielding.

“Don’t bother. Regretting it now? Too late. Do you even understand how much Hazel suffered? Why didn’t you speak up when it mattered?”

“You deserve to die.”

“The witch says memory extraction with a silver needle is as painful as being electrocuted. Let’s see how you like that.”

The trial was held in the largest arena within the werewolf realm, a colossal space that could seat twenty thousand spectators. The entire process was broadcast live, every werewolf in the realm able to witness the spectacle.