My unknown

His Discarded Luna, the Rival's Obsession

Lila

"No wolf. No family. Harmless. Useful. The second I am done with her, the Luna title is yours." Eira Crawford heard those words through her husband's office door. For four years, she had been Sebastian Vale's hidden mate. She managed his household, entertained his relatives, cleaned up his messes, and lived on the three thousand dollars he gave her each month like charity. Even buying a new coat required an explanation. But for his first love, he casually prepared three hundred thousand dollars in research funding. To Sebastian, Eira was nothing more than a wolfless Omega from an orphanage. A quiet, obedient wife with no pack, no power, and no value beyond being useful. He had never introduced her publicly as his Luna. His family treated her like a servant. His sweetheart mocked her as a woman who could only survive by clinging to an Alpha. So Eira stopped crying. She recorded the affair, filed for mate dissolution, and placed the divorce papers in front of Sebastian. Even then, he thought she was throwing a tantrum. He signed without hesitation, certain she would come crawling back once she realized no one else would want a discarded, wolfless Omega. He was wrong. The woman he left at home washing dishes was a Stanford-trained electrical engineer. The "useless" wife he ignored was the hidden chief engineer behind a national self-developed chip project. Her movements were classified. Her disappearance could alert the federal authorities. Her name, once revealed, was enough to shake the entire scientific community. And Sebastian knew nothing. After walking out of his house with nothing but her freedom, Eira crossed paths with Killian Sterling, the coldest and most powerful Alpha in the north. He did not know her name yet, but his wolf recognized something in her that everyone else had missed. Meanwhile, Sebastian finally realized that Eira was not bluffing. He searched the entire city like a madman. For the first time in four years, he publicly called her his wife. He demanded she return. He begged for another chance. But by then, Eira was no longer waiting in his house. She was seated at the Sterling Pack's dinner table, dressed with quiet confidence, while the most feared Alpha in North America stood beside her. In front of everyone, Killian Sterling placed his hand at her back and said coldly, "Eira is not anyone's discarded Omega." "She is my Luna."

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Chloe POV:

I woke up groggy, and the ceiling above me was wrong. It was too high, adorned with elaborate moldings bathed in moonlight, a world away from my cramped Brooklyn apartment.

My heart leaped into my throat.

I turned my head slowly, dread pooling in my stomach, and the thudding headache pounded against my skull. What I saw was the broad, muscular back of a man who occupied the other half of the king-sized bed. His breathing was deep and steady, a clear rhythm in the oppressive silence.

Who was this?

That was my first thought.

I was screwed.

That was my second.

My husband, Caleb Kensington, the ruler of the hockey rink, the man who had signed his name on a contract two years ago but had never once met me, was supposed to be abroad recovering. This couldn't be him.

In three more months, my contractual marriage to him would be over. The divorce came with a five million dollar settlement. My escape plan. My ticket out of my family's suffocating grip and the startup capital for my lifelong dream: a bakery.

The contract was ironclad. It had a strict fidelity clause. If I was found "unfaithful" before the divorce was finalized, I would lose everything.

Who? Who would do this to me?

Fragments of last night's bachelorette party for my friend Sarah flooded back. Laughter, loud music, and a cocktail that tasted wrong. Sweet at first, then bitter. Then dizziness, and a heat that spread through my veins like fire.

I had been drugged.

The realization hit me like a physical blow, stealing the air from my lungs.

Panic seized my throat. I had to get out. Now. Before he woke up.

I carefully peeled the heavy duvet off my body, my bare feet meeting the cold, soft carpet. My dress lay crumpled on the floor, the seam at the shoulder ripped. A fresh wave of shame and nausea washed over me. I forced myself to stay calm, grabbed the torn dress and put it on.

The room was dark, but a sliver of city light seeped through the gap in the heavy curtains. It illuminated the sharp line of his jaw, as well as the faint scars at the edge of his left eyebrow and along the side of his neck.

His arm, corded with muscle, hung over the edge of the bed. A thick, costly emerald watch adorned his wrist, and a platinum ring circled his finger. This wasn't some random guy. But how did he get here? I didn't have time to think.

My bag was on the sofa across the room. I tiptoed toward it, each step feeling like an eternity. My hand closed around the strap, and relief flooded through me.

But as I pulled it, my elbow knocked against something. A metallic clink echoed as a lighter hit the floor.

The man in the bed stirred. A low grumble rumbled from his throat, and he shifted.

I froze, my breath caught in my chest. Every muscle in my body screamed at me to run, but I was rooted to the spot.

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