The Beta's Fatal Mistake: Rejecting His True Luna

Chapter 3

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ca, the owner of the boutique. She had doused herself in synthetic pheromones to mimic a hig

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is nostrils flared in a reflexive attempt to block my scent, a

snapped, his voice loud enough

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rain, his clothes soaked, begging me to l

breath a conscious effort against the con

through the cold air. "I remember a dying Rogue on his knees in the

ed. A stunned silence fell over them,

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ed, stepping toward me

h, trying to regain

He lifted his chin, looking down at me. "I can offer you a position as a b

s, feeling nothing bu

erve a pathetic, ungra

teeth, his eyes

arked, broken female. No Alpha will ever want a fl

simply turned aro

Let him enjoy his borrowed glory for a few more hours. The time for public reckoning was approaching,

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The Beta's Fatal Mistake: Rejecting His True Luna

Paula Gardini Werewolf

“I spent fifty million dollars and hid my true identity as the White Wolf heiress to buy my mate, Felix, a seat on the Werewolf Council. But right before our mating ceremony, he dumped me. He pinched his nose in disgust, claiming I reeked of human money and was too low-level for a rising Council Beta. He openly chased after the rumored White Wolf heiress, completely unaware that he was talking about me. He even smashed my late mother's sacred moonstone relic to pieces, declaring he would use it to court the heiress. "I can offer you a position as a bottom-tier Omega maid in my new household. That's the best you'll ever get," he sneered. I looked at the broken shards of my mother's relic and the pathetic, ungrateful street dog I had pulled from the gutter. He had forgotten who fed him her own ancient blood to keep him alive when his impure bones were tearing themselves apart. He wanted to abandon the woman who gave him everything to chase a rumor of myself. He wanted the legendary White Wolf? Fine. I withdrew every single dollar, stripped his packhouse bare, and prepared to attend the grand Council banquet in my pure white silk gown. Tonight, I was going to let him meet the heiress he so desperately desired, and take back every single thing I ever gave him.”