Rejected by the Alpha crowned by the Moon

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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CHAPTER 1.

MY REJECTION.

The atmosphere was cold and chilly. It was the winter season, and as usual, the soft breeze and melodious songs of birds could be heard.

I sat in my room in absolute dejection.

Today, was the day. The day when my destiny will be marked, and my future, rewritten.

Few minutes from now, I shall be standing before the pack elders and the entire pack to mark my bound with Alpha Shane Gledova.

It came with a mixed feeling with of uncertainty, and many 'what if...?'.

"Rory, are you ready?" The voice of my best friend, Becky, brought me back to reality.

Without being told, I knew that she could see the look of dejection on my face.

"Do you think Shane will accept me?" I asked with a distressed voice, and Becky, immediately blew a soft kiss towards my direction, as she walked to my side.

Softly, she caressed my right hand, as she looked into my eyes in the most reassuring way possible.

"Rory, you're the most beautiful Luna I know..." She began with a smile. "I'm very sure that Shane, can't wait to have you as his bride. Now, dress up... The ceremony will soon begin." She reminded me, and I nodded.

Immediately, I stood up from my bed, and walked towards my wardrobe to get my attire for the day. Each step I took towards that angle sent shivers down my spine.

In my community, rejection was a curse, and the only way you could run away from the trauma was death. I've heard stories about Luna's who were stoned to death cause they were rejected by their mates.

To make matters worse, my cousin, Jada, recently ended her life, after she was rejected on her birthday.

This and many more stories kept giving me reasons to doubt my chances at being accepted.

"Hurry up, girl... The pack elders shall soon be arriving." Becky's reminded me, and I nodded.

Slowly, I opened my wardrobe, and picked my ceremonial dress. This dress was special to me because it was worn by my mother on her own marking day.

Unfortunately for me, she wasn't alive to witness my day. The dress had a white color with burgundy lining. It was also embedded with both silver and white ocean pearls.

Swiftly, I sat on my dressing table, as Becky, helped me to dress up. Afterwards, I applied a nude makeup on my face, before wearing my marital veil.

"You look like a goddess." Becky praised me with a big smile. "I swear to the moon, Shane, will kill to have you."

I sat there with a pale look. Nothing even seemed to move me anymore. Even though I had waited my entire life for this moment, I was still scared for my future.

As we stepped out, I held unto Becky's left hand, like a newborn child.

"Becky, do you think I will survive if he rejectes me?" I asked with a shaky voice.

"Look at him..." She pointed towards the crowd. "Can you see how he looks at you with so much adoration? Well, he'll not reject you." She responded with a smile, and I nodded.

The venue was already filled to the brim with both spectators and gossipers. Some were present to enjoy the moment, while the others were here to find what to gossip about.

"She looks beautiful." I heard one of them mumble to the other, and I smiled to myself. It was the confidence booster I just needed.

Suddenly, I raised my eyes towards the direction of my mate to look at him one more time, and I was mesmerized by his heavenly beauty. He was tall, had broad shoulders, ocean green eyes, raised jaw bone, and a super model figure.

At that instant, I felt mesmerized by the beauty of this man.

Soon, my eyes crossed path with his, and somehow shifted in my body. I felt confident that he was the one for me.

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