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Claimed By The War God: The Wolfless Luna's Second Chance

Claimed By The War God: The Wolfless Luna's Second Chance

I woke up on the freezing wooden planks of a ruined courtyard, memories flooding my brain like ice water. I was no longer a modern special forces agent, but Francesca Kelley, the disgraced, wolfless wife of a Pack Alpha. Before I could even process my new reality, the rotting door was kicked open. My husband's armed guards had come to throw me out into the deadly blizzard. My husband, Curtiss, was holding a grand Bonding Ceremony with his mistress in the main hall right at that moment. They were tearing down my freezing shack just to build a greenhouse for his new Luna. The original owner of this body had literally starved to death in the cold, begging for his love, only to be treated like rotting garbage. When my only loyal maid fell to her knees to beg for my life, they slapped her so hard her lip split open. I looked down at my pale, trembling hands. In this world, a werewolf without an inner wolf was considered lower than dirt, meant to be humiliated and discarded without a second thought. They all assumed I was still the same cowardly punching bag who would cry and accept my fate. "Francesca, pack your rags and get out!" I sneered, twisting my waist and slamming the arrogant servant spine-first into the floorboards. I wasn't going to die in the snow. I was going to crash that wedding, publicly reject the Alpha, and take back every single gold coin of my dowry.
The Cold Alpha's Runaway Mate

The Cold Alpha's Runaway Mate

For four years, I was the invisible, wolfless Mate of Alpha Duke Blake. At his grandmother's deathbed, she demanded we produce an heir. Duke agreed without a hint of emotion, treating me as nothing more than a breeding vessel. Days later at the funeral, he stood shoulder-to-shoulder with his beautiful Beta, Jossie. He even let a neighboring Alpha offer condolences to Jossie as his "future Luna," while I was completely ignored. I had enough. I signed the formal Mate Rejection papers, left them with the butler, and escaped the pack to start a new life. But a week later, the electronic lock on my new apartment was silently bypassed in the dead of night. Duke stood in the shadows. He ignored my frantic screams, kidnapped me, and dragged me back to his estate. He threw me onto his bed, his eyes burning with a dark, primal fury. "You will perform your duties as my Mate. And you will not leave this room until you are carrying my child." I didn't scream or fight anymore. I just pressed my back against the cold wall and let silent tears of absolute despair fall. For four years he gave me nothing but cold neglect. Why couldn't he just let me go? Why did my freedom have to be crushed by a bond he didn't even want? Seeing my broken state, his hand froze in mid-air. The cold Alpha facade finally cracked as the echo of my agony hit him. He backed away in horror and fled the room, refusing to accept my rejection. But as the door locked behind him, my tears stopped. If a piece of paper couldn't sever this bond, I would have to find a way to tear it apart myself.