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The Rejected Luna Is the Hidden Heiress

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1706    |    Released on: 29/07/2026

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I needed to get that mark removed, and the sooner the better. Damon hadn't bothered coming back to the bedroom last night. He

put on that fake gentleman act, his handsome face twisted

of makeup. In the mirror, I actually looked bright and put-together

Pack. The one greeting me was Mr. Hansen, a senior attorney, my

nces," Mr. Hansen said, e

a small nod. "I'm here today to check on

e already printed everythi

efully. Mr. Hansen really was the best, every singl

ut what belongs to me shouldn't be missing a single cent. A

ded the documen

e of the most honorable men I've ever known. I'll make sure you reclaim everyth

ff. "Until Damon and I are officially

erst

on's company, the harshly worded divorce papers

toward hi

lvia was there. N

his chest. Her voice was so sugary it practically dripped. "Damon, you know what? Last night we real

sounding annoyingly helpless. "You know Ava's my secretary right now. She c

he was glued there. "I've been away from you for four

the divorce papers, I would've

, loud enough to sl

d with panic, while Sylvia looked like I

" Damon fumbled with his tie, trying w

mportant meeting' today?" I said with a sudden oh-I-get-it-now t

e a lifeline. "I left a file at home this morning. Sylvia w

I almost wanted to

e calm, as if I c

ead, I walked straight to his desk and s

mon eyed the fold

I come back later? Looks like you and Leo's babysitt

scribbled his name on the signature line. "Done." He sh

divorce agreement, a quiet

still lingering in the office. Her

rt, covering the lipstick she'd left on his neck. "Honey, y

tly, deliberately. Damon stiffened instantl

some care. You are my husband, after all.

hand, confused. "You're even mor

arm around his neck, giving Sylvia a sideways glance. "And you? Planning t

envious green. She shot me a m

though he didn't follow. Instead, he mutt

a laugh. Working hours? Se

dge of his nose, finally stopping at those annoyingly attractive lips. My movemen

u laughing a

feel like... today's the first day I've actually looked

own him off, because Damon's exp

a,

of the desk pho

gh, brisk and polite. "Alpha, th

watching me, like he was trying to fi

eady done. Co

eeded to do. Now, all that wa

vorce agreement, there was a mandatory thirty-day wait, then the council's rulin

ly be free of this man, free of thi

but Damon called af

dn't bother t

he said. "You just

fice was thick and rotten, like a sewer left too long. I

to the quiet outskirts, I finally felt like I could breathe again. Tall gree

the roadside when someo

essed, silver hair neat

m carefully before cr

ctful smile. "Ms. Crawfo

oice the mome

one who calle

ly. "I'm the former Beta of the Crawford Pack. Y

icked up, thud

going?" I asked, trying

tle but unshakably firm. "The Crawf

d the long Lincoln parked a short distance behind me,

idance, I slid i

y's noise and lights to dense, quiet woods. Bit by bit, the air c

tied to my blood, my origin... yet it fe

ed to Damon's fancy villa, this place was older, grander, and c

or for me and stood

ong breath an

, the whole package, strode out. She looked well maintained, but the sharpness in her e

tal. Her voice dripped with disdain. "An Omega born out of we

held it out with open contempt. "I want you to give up any claim to the Crawford Pack. Make a pu

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“"I could never choose an Omega like Ava." Damon's voice was absolute ice as he cradled his mistress. "In our world, no one believes an Omega woman can lead a pack. They're meant to be protected, marked, locked in bedrooms pumping out heirs, not standing at the negotiation table redrawing the map of power." Ava stared down at the thousand-dollar lingerie clinging to her skin, the sick realization crashing over her: the Alpha who once called her his treasure had only ever seen a tool for his bloodline. Heart in shards, she walked into the driving rain with nothing but a few crumpled bills in her pocket. Then her phone rang. "Ava Crawford, you are the female heir to the strongest pack on the East Coast. Welcome home." But the instant she set foot inside Crawford territory, rejection flashed like a blade. "An Omega as heir? Take a million and vanish, or name Lucas Alpha." Claws flexed, closing in-until a voice cracked through the hall like thunder. "Bloodmoon Pack, the mightiest of them all, welcomes Luna Ava Crawford." Adrian sat like a king, his gaze pinning her, dark, feral, thrumming with raw power. "If wolves can't accept Omegas... if we can't accept strong females... then our kind is already extinct." Ava didn't blink. Stubborn fire blazed behind her eyes as she slid her hand into his. "I'll marry you." Can Ava shatter the pack's iron hierarchy and prove an Omega can rule? When Damon crashes to his knees in regret, and Adrian offers an alliance even deeper than marriage... what choice will she make?”