Descendants Of The Lycan

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Huo Wuer

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband's Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn't find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn't even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father's legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn's party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara's health and managing every detail of Caden's empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I'd drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause-if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I'd forgotten.

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Jovita’s POV

"He's here!" Maddie screamed in a shrill voice.

My head snapped toward the entrance door along with many others.

There had been a rumour earlier this week that there was a new Alpha in Foxtown. He relocated from Alaska due to a clash with the cold ones; he had killed one of their royals and was suspended from his pack for two moons to maintain peace.

According to the rumour, he was going to be staying in Foxtown for a while, which was my little humble town. Today was our town's annual youth meet and greet. Every young werewolf came to the town hall to meet, dine, and chat with everyone else. It was a tradition that had been upheld for years. My besties and I usually found it very boring, but not today.

"God, he is so hot!" Anna screamed.

"Cut it out!" Betty snapped at me and my two best friends, Maddie and Anna.

Betty was Maddie’s distant cousin, and the Luna of the most powerful werewolf pack in Foxtown; her family was what you call royalty in the human world.

The rumour says that Betty shifted during spring break, and this had Alphas lining up and waiting, hoping the moon goddess would favour them with such a powerful Luna.

I drew my besties backwards as Betty walked forward to meet the new Alpha; the smile on her face showed that she had claimed him already.

I sighed and pulled at my friends. "Let’s get back to our business already,".

Anna grumbled, making a face.

"What? You know we stand no chance next to Queen Betty", I said.

"But he hasn’t chosen her, and no one said anything about him choosing her," Anna said while Maddie nodded in agreement.

"Come on, guys, it’s a match ordained by the moon goddess herself. Can you ask yourself why the Alpha of a powerful pack relocates to Foxtown just when an equally powerful and stunning Luna shifts after the long wait?

"It could be just a coincidence, Jovita. Why don’t you see the bright side of things?" Maddie asked with a pout.

"I guess I see the reality," I said, pushing my reluctant friends toward our classroom. "You guys stand a chance anyway, but look at me —I haven’t even shifted yet". What would he want with me?"

"Everything, Jovita. Maybe he wouldn’t want anything with us, but you’re the most beautiful werewolf I’ve ever seen," Maddie said.

"Stop trying to make me feel good, Maddie.

My friends shifted last summer, the month we turned 18. Coincidentally, our birthdays fell in the same month.

According to tradition, a female werewolf shifts and also finds a mate at 18. But I was 19 already, and nothing!

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