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The Rejected Luna's Spectacular Genius Comeback

The Rejected Luna's Spectacular Genius Comeback

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 857    |    Released on: Today at 19:12

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vy oak door, and the

w space inside my own body. The house was dark, exact

turn on t

into my bones. The air held no trace of Archibald's scent, only

id there was sharper, more real than any physical pai

Waters. We did ev

es drawn to the fireplace. On the man

y Alpha, stood beside me with the stiff formality of a

trembling, wanting to snatch

hey s

tion in

graph captured the couch. And on that

, trimmed with

n't just sin

oman he loved, his childhood sweetheart, the one

was

pet on a string, and walked toward the wrap. A foreign, clo

ur h

sing our child, my Alpha, my mate, was

lips. It was a si

cold cheeks. They fell onto the pri

hesitat

to his dressing room. Everything was perfect, organized, l

w plain dresses, a pair of jeans. As the Luna of the Blac

It was the one I'd brought with me three years ago w

slow but steady

Only my own worn clothes, an old book, and

hain loosening around my chest. I once beli

s wr

ove you, even your death

the nightstand. A f

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chair for her. The smile on his face was a

avy stone in my chest. So this is what it felt like

d of comments congratulating him. I dial

voice answe

h, my own voice so

Blackwater Pack, formally requ

ha, especially a Pack leader, was an act of

his voice thick with shock. "According to the pa

both parties, would sever the sacred mate-bond blessed

said, no trace of

f a car engine purred

as b

the phone into my suitc

ntley pull up. Archibald stepped out, his expensiv

blue eyes met mine, but there was no emotion

the curta

and waited. This fa

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The Rejected Luna's Spectacular Genius Comeback
The Rejected Luna's Spectacular Genius Comeback
“I returned to a cold, empty mansion, my body still aching from the miscarriage I had just suffered alone. But the silence was broken by a delicate lace wrap on our couch. It belonged to Seraphina, my Alpha mate's childhood sweetheart. While I was in a hospital bed losing our pup, Archibald was bringing his true love into our home. A news alert flashed on my phone, showing him smiling tenderly at her at a luxury restaurant. When I handed him the official Rejection papers to sever our mate-bond, he didn't hesitate to sign. "I told you from the beginning, Bird. You were just a substitute," he sneered. Later, I overheard him telling his second-in-command that the child we just lost was nothing but an "unexpected nuisance." For three years, I had given up my Stanford research and my dignity, believing my total submission could earn his love. Hearing him dismiss our dead child so callously shattered the last illusion I had. My heart turned into a graveyard. To someone who doesn't love you, even your tragedy is just an inconvenience. I packed my worn clothes, took the fifty million dollar severance, and walked out of his life. I didn't cry or beg at his office doors like he arrogantly predicted. Instead, I took industrial shears to my priceless diamond wedding ring, snapped it in two, and walked into a rival tech firm to reclaim my genius.”