The Girl Cried Wolf

Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle

Ming Yue

Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire. I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper. I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock. I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim. "If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned. So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months. Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout. But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back.

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The Rejected Luna.

The girl without a wolf

Chapter one.

Jane's stance.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, twirling slightly to get a good view of my dress.

It was a simple sundress made by my Mum, and my auburn hair was packed in a neat ponytail. And I was wearing a new pair of sandals my Mum bought from the local market.

My lips curled into a smile as I thought I looked pretty. But the knot in my stomach showed how nervous I was. This was the most important day of my life, but my anxiety was getting the best of me.

Today, I get to meet my fated mate, I hope. There is a celebration going on today in our pack. Alpha's from different packs were invited to the event.

It is a mating ball where the unmated werewolf Alphas get the chance to meet their mates, and this happens once a year.

My name is Jane Biller. I was born into a werewolf family. I live in the pack with my parents. My father is the Beta of the Red Moon Pack. I am the only daughter of my parents. But despite being the Beta's daughter, I got bullied by the pack members because I had no wolf. I'm no future female beta; I'm just a clumsy girl without a wolf, and I've gotten a lot of flak for it.

I have no friends. No one wants to be friends with a weak, clumsy girl like me. I receive a lot of love from my mother. But my father never really liked me because he thinks I am a disgrace to him. He loathes me for being a werewolf without a wolf. He needed a strong daughter who'd take over from him when he gets old and can't keep up being the Pack's Beta. I wasn't the daughter of his dreams, and he never fails to show me how disappointed he is.

From my youngest teenage days, I wanted nothing more than to meet my mate. I had the wishful thinking that he might make my wolf bloom when he marks me. Our mate bond might unleash my wolf side, and even though there was no guarantee for it, I still held onto that thought.

My mother has always been teaching me about my mate. A mate who will love and cherish me. A mate who will accept me for who I am. A mate who wouldn't feel disappointed, but would accept my flaws with a warm heart. I've had enough criticism and bullying to last a lifetime. I pray for a mate who would show me nothing but unadulterated love.

I have always believed my mate would love and protect me, and I know the Moon Goddess is kind, and she'll grant me my biggest heart desire.

I am 16 years old and I pray I find my mate today at the celebration. Every wolf in the pack is getting ready for the huge celebration.

Enough food and drinks were being prepared. The she-wolves were getting dressed in their fanciest dresses and doing their make-up. I didn't have a fancy dress or any make-up, but my sundress was more than enough for me. All I want tonight is to meet my destined mate.

"Jane," my mother knocked on my door. "Are you in there?"

"Yes, Mother, I'm coming," I rushed to the door, I unlocked it to reveal my mother who was all dressed up already.

"Jane, what the hell are you doing? Why are you not coming downstairs yet?" She asked.

"I'll be down in a minute. I still need to fix my hair," I said in a rush, feeling nervous again.

She noticed the discomfort on my face and cupped my face with her hands.

"Jane, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?"

"No, Mum, I'm fine, just –" I paused. How could I tell her that I was feeling scared?

"Are you not happy that you're finally going to meet your mate today?" She quizzed further.

"Of course, I am, Mother. I'm the happiest girl on earth. I hope the moon goddess blesses me with a mate. I hope I'll get to see my mate today, mother," I said, forcing out a smile.

"Sure, you will, sweetheart. I'm sure you will meet your destined mate who will love and cherish you", she said.

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