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The Rejected Luna's Secret: Rise Of The White Wolf

The Rejected Luna's Secret: Rise Of The White Wolf

On our tenth mating anniversary, I stood outside my Alpha husband's office with his favorite coffee, only to be hit by the cloying scent of rotting peaches—a female in heat. Through the mind-link, I heard him promise his mistress he'd deal with the "boring formalities" regarding me tonight. I walked in to find him plotting with his pregnant assistant, Jami. Instead of apologizing, Dustin sneered at me. "She gave me in three months what you couldn't give me in ten years. A strong lineage." He conveniently forgot that I was the one who built his empire, designed his impenetrable wards, and funded his lifestyle by selling my own family heirlooms. When I confronted him about the betrayal, he didn't just dismiss me; he shoved me. I crashed into a silver nightstand. For a normal wolf, silver is an irritant. For me, a descendant of the White Wolf bloodline, it is acid. As my flesh sizzled and blood poured down my face, blinding me, Dustin didn't even flinch. He stepped over my convulsing body—his wife of a decade—to ask his mistress if she was stressed. Lying on the floor, watching him comfort the woman wearing my mother's stolen ring, the bond finally died. He thought I was a broken, barren Luna who would accept his scraps just to keep her title. He was wrong. I didn't call the police. I called a specialist extraction team. "I am the architect of this pack's security and financial systems," I told the crew. "Decommission everything." I wasn't just leaving. I was taking my empire with me.
My Fated Mate Is the Scarred Beggar King

My Fated Mate Is the Scarred Beggar King

At the sacred Moon Ball, I waited for the Moonstone Chalice to choose me as the Luna of Arthur, the Royal Alpha and my childhood love. But the man on the throne, who looked exactly like Arthur, used dark magic to make the silver light choose a low-level Omega named Diana instead. He then stepped down, looking at me with greedy eyes. "You will be my Chosen Mate. You will have my bed, even if you do not have the title." He wanted me as a cheap mistress just to control my family's powerful army. When I refused, he crushed the silver amulet Arthur had given me and threatened to strip my rank. Diana hid behind him, pretending to cry and apologize while stealing my rightful place. But I felt absolutely no soul connection to this man. His scent was a disgusting mix of damp earth and rot. This was not the boy who once took a silver dagger to the chest to save my life. Disgusted by the imposter, I left the castle and wandered into the market, where I saw royal guards brutally kicking a crippled, severely burned beggar. I ordered them to stop and knelt in the dirt to help the dying man. But the moment my fingers brushed his ruined neck, a violent shock of pure electricity shot down my spine. The Recognition was complete. This broken beggar with a peeled-off face was my true Alpha, Arthur. I held my fated mate tightly, swearing to make the imposter bleed for every scar on his body.