The Defiant Ex-Luna's Hidden Royal Pup

Chapter 4

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storm slowly bleeding out into the sterile air of the penthouse. I stood up from the Persian ru

left them, a gaping wound onto the silent hallway. I took a steadying breath, pushed the heavy oak slab until the electronic strike plate clicked, and then pressed the manual deadbolt. Th

r closet. Hidden behind a row of velvet hangers holding haute couture I despised, there was a small, lead-lined

ed on the f

my voice dropping to

mer Gamma of the Redstone Pack, didn't bother hiding her disgust. "That

mistress," I replied, the rigid line of my shoulders fi

e's drawing pictures of the moon in the living room. Thank the Goddess we kept her h

on my

grabbed the crimson silk gown he had forced me to wear at the last Full Moon Gala. Taking a pair of heavy fabric scissors

n't clothing. It was a sleek, military-grade encrypted solid-state drive. *Project Chiron*. Five years of my life's blood, the core of the secret

rs, I walked into t

my reflection. The long, waist-length hair Damien demanded I keep made me look like a f

dful of dark hair and

s littered the white marble like fallen shadows. What remained was a jagged, uneven bo

ring felt like a lead weight, a shackle binding

porcelain tiles with a sharp, final *c

o the eyes of the stranger in the mirror, the jagged ends of my hair framing a

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Sumner Upsdell Werewolf

“I was the dedicated, "wolfless" Luna of the Blackwood Pack, bound to Alpha Damien for seven years. Just three days before our marriage contract expired, Damien burst into my clinic carrying his mistress, Allena. He used his Alpha Command to clear the room, humiliating me in front of my own medical staff. The ultrasound revealed Allena was suffering from internal bleeding due to their uncontrolled mating frenzy. Instead of feeling shame for his weakness, Damien shoved me brutally against a metal counter to protect her. He threw a $100,000 check at me to buy my silence, treating my broken soul like a cheap transaction. Later, when I refused to kneel and apologize to his mistress, he pushed me again, shattering my arm against a glass table. As my blood soaked the pristine white rug, he stood over me, demanding my absolute submission. He thought I was just a pathetic, weak Omega who would endure his cruelty forever because I had nothing else. He didn't know that five years ago, after he threatened to kill any pup I bore him, I secretly built a massive offshore empire. I calmly tied a tourniquet over my bleeding arm and wiped my blood right over his heart. "I am done with you." Then I liquidated his thirty-five-million-dollar penthouse assets and walked out into the night, ready to show him who the real monster was.”