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Claimed by the Unwanted Luna's Second Alpha

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 867    |    Released on: Today at 11:28

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asn't a choice made in anger, but in the cold, cle

ked the door and stepped out into the hallway, my only goal to retrieve my

Kallie emerged from the shadows of the c

pitying smile. "Fee

. She "tripped," stumbling directly into me. The dark red liquid arced throug

tic gas

to draw every eye f

, her lower lip trembling with practiced hurt. "Aurore...

cess the lie. Before I could even form a den

if

imson stain blooming on her dress. He reached her in three long strides, pullin

ace a mask of rage. "W

e's arm, the way his body shielded hers. Any

id, my voice flat an

e snarled. "I saw yo

rds were an order, laced with t

urore would have bowed her head. The old Auro

ead. She died in a docto

gize for," I said, each

park on a short fuse. I saw the shift

e growled,

hed his A

compelled to obey. It was something cruder. A raw wave of po

to me like a

ard with the wall. A sharp, searing pain shot through my back, and a grunt of agony was forced

her's shriek ech

anding. Eleanor went straight to Kallie, fussing o

his face was etched with a profound, crushing disappo

. No one seemed to notice

bing fire. I looked at them. My mother. My father. My mate. The three people who were sup

ical feeling bubb

ted to

and bitter, laced with a decade of p

their anger momentarily

ed my shoulders, ignoring the protest from my bruised spine.

d as a tombstone. "You're ri

s hang in the

aking this long to see y

the last of my strength. It wa

with the May family. You," I said, looking directly

silence like a bomb. Eleanor's jaw

d as if I had phy

asn't f

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Claimed by the Unwanted Luna's Second Alpha
Claimed by the Unwanted Luna's Second Alpha
“I was the Luna of the Battle-Axe Pack, but to my husband and family, I was nothing more than a pathetic placeholder for my sister, Kallie. The day I was diagnosed with a rare, terminal condition that left me with only two months to live, I rushed to them seeking comfort. Instead, I was dragged to Kallie's birthday party, where my husband, Alpha Keifer, publicly humiliated me for being late. When Kallie deliberately spilled wine on her own dress and framed me, my parents looked at me with chilling disgust. Keifer didn't even ask for my side of the story. He unleashed his crushing Alpha aura on my failing body, slamming me against a wall just to protect her. As I lay there in agonizing pain, my own father accused me of being a monster. They didn't care that I could barely stand, let alone that I was dying. Looking at the people who were supposed to love me unconditionally, my heart turned to ash. For years, I had abandoned my brilliant research career and endured their toxic abuse just to fit into this family. Why did I ever think my quiet suffering would earn their love, when they only ever wanted to see me broken? With only sixty days left on my clock, I refused to die as their punching bag. I formally severed all ties with my family, initiated the mate rejection ritual, and walked out of the estate forever. I was going to spend my last days living for myself, and I would make sure they never got the chance to destroy me again.”