The Unwanted Luna Claimed By The True Alpha King

While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

Katie Oettgen

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

Romance Crime Revenge Pregnancy Enemies to Lovers Pregnancy Personal Growth

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For seven years, I was the barren, wolf-less Luna, tolerating my husband's coldness and his "friendship" with Haven.

I thought I was defective.

Until I found the papers transferring our pack's wealth to Haven's son—a boy with Aiden's eyes.

When I tried to leave, Haven framed me for kidnapping the child.

Aiden didn't ask for an explanation. He didn't check the tracker that proved my innocence.

He let them drag me to a warehouse, bound in silver chains that burned my skin.

Drugged into a feral state, my own mate beat me until my ribs shattered, believing I was a rogue enemy.

Through the haze of pain, I heard Haven's voice over the intercom, laughing.

"She thinks she donated a kidney to you, Aiden. She doesn't know we drained her Wolf Essence to boost your power."

My weakness wasn't a sickness. It was a theft. They had cannibalized my soul to build his throne.

I was supposed to die there.

But as Aiden walked away, leaving me in a pool of blood, a power I thought was lost ignited in my veins.

I dragged myself to the wall and wrote with trembling, bloody fingers:

"I REJECT YOU."

The bond severed with a crack like thunder.

They thought they were burying a dog.

They didn't realize they were waking a Phoenix.

Chapter 1

Charlotte POV:

The study was freezing. It smelled of old paper and the lemon polish the Omegas slathered on everything. I wasn't supposed to be here. The East Wing was Aiden's territory, strictly forbidden to me, his wife, the Luna of the Herrera Pack.

But I needed my mother's moonstone earrings. They were the last piece of her I had left. Aiden had confiscated them during his last rage, claiming they were "too trashy" for a Luna.

My hands shook as I opened the bottom drawer of his mahogany desk. No earrings. Instead, a thick folder bound in red leather sat there.

Asset Transfer Agreement.

My heart hammered against my ribs. In our world, the Pack operates like a massive corporation bound by blood laws. Assets aren't just cash; they are territory, the spirit veins that fuel our wolves.

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