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His Unwanted Luna's Defiant Rise to Power

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 729    |    Released on: Today at 17:38

atly on her lap. She met Doyle's bloodshot, furious eyes with

nder for the throne. You are the one who constantly undermines his military achievements in front of the King. If the God of Slaughter truly seeks revenge for what happened five years ago, his primar

deeply unsettled him. He hated when she analyzed situations better than he could. "Th

t is incredibly late, Your Grace, and you are reeking of another female's scent. This is a lady's

tinging sharply at her blatant dismissal. "Do not think I am desperate to have

e replied, her voice like glacial ice, utterly dev

isrespect your Alpha!" Doyle snarled, kicking a wooden chair out of his path. "You are nothing but a declining

ors so hard the hinges groaned and dust fell from

ber, her face pale and streaked with tears of worry. "My lady, the Duke is truly fu

d held them together with his strength and tactical brilliance, but now that he was crippled, his wolf core shattered b

trembling. "If what the Duke says is true, will the God o

nder's true motives. Why would a male she supposedly wronged send her a highly public courtsh

air Doyle had kicked. "He protected the rogue female who destroyed my brother's life. I cannot, and will not,

r forgiveness. His aide, Quinn, secretly observed the Beaumont estate, only to report back that Elena hadn't taken a single step outside her gates. She spent he

ce any longer, Doyle finally swallowed his pride and visi

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His Unwanted Luna's Defiant Rise to Power
His Unwanted Luna's Defiant Rise to Power
“At the royal Flower Bestowal, my betrothed, Duke Doyle, publicly humiliated me. Instead of offering the sacred rose symbolizing our union, he handed me a cheap red bloom, while his mistress Jessenia smirked in the crowd. When I refused to accept the insult, he broke into my estate that night. "You will personally petition the King to make Jessenia my Consort-Companion, or I will see your house utterly destroyed." He wanted me to live under the same roof with the woman who had permanently crippled my brother. Before I could react, Jessenia burst in wielding a jeweled dagger, screaming that I had framed her for my brother's accident. She lunged at me with the blade. Yet Doyle, the kingdom's beloved hero, just blocked my escape. "Elena, just give her the evidence, and we can pretend this never happened." He was willing to let his mistress kill me, using my family's declining status to force my submission. I stared at the man I had been tied to for nine years, feeling a chilling clarity wash over me. Why should I endure this madness for a man who grinds my family's honor into the dirt? I didn't argue, nor did I beg for his mercy. Instead, I calmly walked to the bookshelf and pulled out a hidden wooden box. It was sealed with the King's fiery red wax. Since he wanted to play with fire, I would gladly burn his entire future to the ground.”