Abandoned substitute Luna: The Designer Queen's Mysterious Return

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known for handling supernatural affairs. In a sterile conference room that smelled

ate a formal Rejection ceremony with Alpha Caspian Montgomery. I wanted to begin proceedi

in his professional gaze. He likely saw women like me all the time-discarded mates of powerful Alphas

taggering legal fee was transferred fro

of intent-the 'Rejection Ceremony Application'-was m

packing a single suitcase in the

was pure Alpha rage. Then I heard his car skid to a halt in the drive

nderous mask of fury. In his hand was the c

vibrated in my bones. "What in the hell do you think you're doing

is voice was thic

slowly straightened up and met his blazing,

could have. He lunged forward, his hand clamping down on my upper arm

? Back to your pathetic, bankrupt family? Do you have any idea what t

forget, your mother's care is under my name. The bills are paid by m

unbreakable chain he held around my neck. H

given me the strength to fight back. My mot

id, my voice flat an

erful scent of cedarwood and rage enveloping me like a shroud. "You are a

designed to overwhelm my Omega

more. All I felt was a

loved him, who had once trembled before him, was gone. She had

sharp. "You'll accept it. Because you, C

n anger in his eyes. A sliver of uncertainty. It was gone

led backward, catching mys

rled, his chest heaving. "I expect you to be in my stud

room, slamming the door behind him with a for

his fingers had left on my arm. There was no

h I'd placed on a chair. I took o

how wrong he was. It was time to sh