ON A DARE

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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*** Standing in front of the most popular boy in school was more nerve-wracking than I thought it would be, the butterfly fluttering through my tummy was almost unbearable, but being the brave girl I was, there was no stopping my love confession. The love letter clutched tightly felt wet as I thrust it toward him, a smile on my face.

"Ryan, I love..." My voice faded as he started laughing, his shoulders shaking really hard as if I was the funniest thing he'd ever seen. His friends joining in the laughter added more salt to my already bleeding heart.

Ryan stepped close to me, his face becoming monster-like. "I won't ever date someone as hideous as you and please try to brush your teeth, your breath fucking stinks," he said and the roar of laughter that followed floated right for me like darts of an arrow.

******

I jerked awake and cursed as my alarm shrilled through the room. "Fuck!" That was the most horrible moment of my life and why my subconscious choose to torture me with it so early in the morning was beyond me. Like I didn't cringe and shudder enough whenever I thought about it, I had to dream about it too. And Ryan was a jerk. My breath was fine and I looked nothing hideous, or maybe I did, but...

"I will survive, I will survive..." Um, what was the next part in that song? I looked up at the ceiling just waiting for inspiration to hit me and make me remember, but I was such a freaking wuss. I couldn't remember the next part even if I went on and had brain surgery. Wait, was that self-shaming?... fuck if I knew.

I turned around on my bed and tripped as my leg caught on the blanket wrapped around my ankles. I went down with an ump. My face smacked against the ground and I winced In pain. Great, just what I needed to make me feel alive.

"ugh. Can I just start one day like a normal person" I got out, trying to untangle myself?

My hair was like a volcano on my head, it was sticking up whichever way, all struggling to make a debut. I normally cut It short, but I've just let it be, so it's been growing out these few weeks.

I stared at the mess my room was, shuddering at the heap of clothes lying around sporadically over the room. I'll clean it tomorrow. Mind you, I've been saying that for a month now. I know, I know, I'm a chronic procrastinator, but come on, cleaning is so hard. You had to pick up the dirt, wash all the piles of clothes, and dust everywhere, who had the strength to do all that when you can just watch TV, listen to music, do assignments, and catch some fun.

I trudged to the bathroom, rubbing at my shin as I took up my toothpaste. I fumbled for the toothbrush, then proceeded to scope it on, but nothing came out of it. I peered at the sachet that looked like it had been mauled by a wild bear. Just kidding. It was freaking empty. I looked around the tiny space I stood in, taking more notice of my stuff on the vanity. Everything was finished, even my soap. What in the fucking world happened overnight.

"How can this even be real. I used them just yesterday right" I paused as I thought about the day before. "Or didn't I?". ugh, frustrating day ever. I turned on the faucet, but nothing came out. I made more animalistic noises in my throat, pressing harder on the offending object.

"Is this thing clogged again? life is so unfair. Now I have to use the bathroom downstairs." I whined. I quickly combed my hair, which still refused to be straightened despite all my love and attention. well, I'm just going to have to deal with it. Bitch hair. I rushed out of the bathroom, yanking the door open. My Mom_Jessica_ bless her soul, was standing right there, waiting as if on cue.

"It's about that time of the year," she got out like she didn't know what to do with all my problems. I don't know what to do with them either, so don't ask me. She shook her head, with an amused look on her face.

"It's an emergency this time. I promise, I'll pay back". I made prayer hands to sell the act, batting my lashes

She nodded at me like I was a lost cause. I think I might have an idea of what's going through her head, 'what did I do to deserve this. I feel the same way, mom.

She sighed, batting my hands down. "You don't have to pay me back. I am your mother baby. I've got you".

Oh my gosh, she's just the best. "I love you mom," I said hugging her fiercely, trying hard to bring out ugly tears. I don't succeed, but I think I got an A for the effort. She smiled before pulling me off.

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