His Unwanted Luna's Defiant Rise to Power

the most sacred mating ritual of the Eastern Kingdom, a night where the high-ranking Alphas of the court presented rare blooms to the females they had chosen as their lifelong mat

onlight Garden, its petals the color of pale silver, glowing with an ethereal luminescence under the full moon. It was a

evered Alpha and the undisputed God of Wa

and disposable lovers, not for a future Duchess. The entire garden fell deathly silent. Whispers died on manicured lips, and the ambient hum of the festival vanished. Every

His voice, enhanced by his supernatural strength, rang out with false magnanimity, carrying over t

King himself, with the grand binding ceremony set for the very next month. Tonight was supposed to be a romantic formality. It was entirely unheard of

ne perfectly straight, her posture a silent, titanium defiance. She k

ubordination, Doyle had clearly taken the venomous advice of his mother, Consort Rowena, to heart. Rowena had always despised Elena's independent spirit, whispering that an Alpha's mate must be broken and dome

jected his pheromones, a suffocating wave of pine and ozone that forced the weaker wolves to low

as the King's most favored son, a military genius who held immense power over the Kingdom's armies. To enter his pack, even as a secondary mate or a concubine, was a supreme honor that guaran

deliberately backing her into a corner. If she didn't rush forward and kneel, another female would e

her ribs. It would be a lifelong, unbearable disgrace if another female crossed the threshold of the Duke's estate before her mistress. The Duke and her la

t, deliberate click. She lifted her chin, her eyes, as b

egist-the mysterious Lady Elena. A proud, conquering Alpha like him simply couldn't stomach the reality of a female who stood as his equal. He needed to prove he was the absolute master. He believed tha

t smirk. He twirled the cheap red rose between his fingers, his ton

handsome," Elena replied, her voice smooth, melodic, and entirely devoid o

mont pride would prevent her from kneeling. But his mother had been right all along: as long as she knelt tonight and accepted her place be

, fully expecting her to gather her skirts, walk acro

porcelain to her lips and took a slow, deliberate sip of her lemon

figure suddenly stood up from the crowd, scurried across the lawn,