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The Vengeful Return Of His Unwanted Luna

The Vengeful Return Of His Unwanted Luna

I was bringing a cup of chamomile tea to my fated mate, Cameron, hoping to ease the growing distance between us. Instead, through the crack of his study door, I caught him tangling with my half-sister, Ana, on his desk. When I tried to flee the manor, I found the exits barricaded by his personal guards. It wasn't just an affair; it was a calculated coup. They hunted me down in the greenhouse. Ana crushed my hand with her stiletto, then threw herself into Cameron's arms the second he arrived, sobbing that I had tried to kill her. Without a shred of hesitation, my mate looked at me with pure disgust. "You have committed the highest treason. I strip you of your name and your standing." He brought a silver executioner's blade down on my shoulder, leaving me to bleed out in the dirt. As my life drained away, the bitterest regret tore at my soul. Five years ago in a deadly blizzard, I was the one who dragged his half-dead body to safety while wearing a bronze tusk mask. Ana had stolen my mask, my credit, and my mate. He had just brutally murdered his true savior for a lying Omega. Until I died, I couldn't accept that I had saved the man who would one day murder me. But the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance. Opening my eyes, I was back in my bed, exactly one month before the night I died. This time, the weak, heartbroken girl is dead, and the huntress is awake.
Forsaken by the Alpha, Chosen by Fate

Forsaken by the Alpha, Chosen by Fate

I woke up before dawn to slice strawberries for my husband, Gabe, excited to finally tell him I was pregnant. As a "Wolfless" Omega, I had always been looked down upon, but I thought this baby proved I wasn't broken. But Gabe didn't come home alone. He walked in with Harper, a woman wearing the silk robe he had bought for me, reeking of his scent. He didn't kiss me. He didn't ask how I was. Instead, he sat her in my chair. "Make more pancakes," he ordered. "Harper is hungry." When I refused, demanding he explain why another woman was wearing my clothes, he didn't apologize. He used the Alpha Command. The pressure slammed me to the floor, crushing my bones and threatening the life inside my womb. I had to crawl out of the room while they laughed. My adoptive parents didn't save me; they sold me out for a council seat and a diamond necklace. Then came the public execution of my heart. At the Ascension Ceremony, Gabe took the microphone and rejected me in front of the entire Pack to make Harper his Luna. But they didn't just kick me out. They dragged me to a dirty, back-alley clinic. His mother ordered them to "remove the parasite" inside me. I screamed as they strapped me down. But as the needle touched my skin, the steel door was ripped off its hinges. The Alpha King stood in the debris, his eyes burning with golden rage as he looked at the necklace I wore. "Who dares touch my daughter?" he roared. I wasn't a defect. I was the lost White Wolf Princess. And the man standing behind the King wasn't just a guard—he was my true mate.