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The Alpha's Lost Heir: A Rejected Luna's Revenge

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 754    |    Released on: 12/12/2025

a P

na's limp fingers, shatter

a sharp punctuation

Root had done its work perfectly. To the naked eye, an

her skin cooling rapi

he hard lump

e your spirit, my Luna," I

't journeying to the ancestors; it was simply t

nked open the doo

ng the panic to shred my v

three

te of the Luna to arrive. When he finally

wal

ed into his pockets. He looked at the bed, staring at

done?"

is knees in anguish. Just

rage that I carefully masked as grief. "Her heart gave out. Th

silk robe, looking as though she had been inconvenienced by a nap

ripping with synthetic sorrow.

tence. A smile tugged at the corner

ce flat. "I don't want the Pack to se

split second. "She died of a broken heart,

g to the surface in a warning snarl. "Watc

n't go to the bedside to touch her one las

the ashes where Elena had burned

soot. "The Pack needs stability. Candida, go p

, horrified. "Her bo

" Jackson said, turning his back on

Burn it. Bury it. I don't care. Just make sure it's gone bef

dbye?" I asked, tears o

yes a long time

amed at him, practically skipping as they turn

a. The silence they lef

d to her sleeping form, my

o move

ng her from the world. I gathered her few remai

the bedside table. The Fated Mate bond n

felt heavy in my palm, weig

I threw it int

begin to melt, symbolizing the absolute

he was terrifyingly light, a f

the shadows of the forest, toward the waiting

ack House blazed through the w

em cel

ncing on an

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The Alpha's Lost Heir: A Rejected Luna's Revenge
The Alpha's Lost Heir: A Rejected Luna's Revenge
“I took a poisoned dagger for my husband, Alpha Jackson, destroying my womb and my health to save his life. I thought my sacrifice made our bond unbreakable. But three years later, when I miraculously fell pregnant, he didn't celebrate. Instead, he brought me a box of "expensive supplements" to help my condition. I opened a vial and smelled the acrid, metallic scent of Wolfsbane. He wasn't trying to heal me; he was ensuring I-and the baby he didn't know about-would never wake up. At the pack ceremony, he publicly humiliated me, pinning the Luna's brooch on his pregnant mistress, Candida. When I protested, he slapped me across the face in front of the entire pack, calling me a useless, barren burden. He wanted me dead so he could replace me. So, I gave him exactly what he wanted. With the help of a trusted healer, I staged my own death and vanished into the night. Years later, when I returned as the powerful White Wolf and the cherished mate of the Lycan King, Jackson fell to his knees in front of the world, weeping and begging for me to come home. I looked down at the man who destroyed me and smiled cold. "Get up, Jackson. You're embarrassing yourself." "I'm not your wife anymore; I'm the woman who survived you."”