The Rejected Luna's Spectacular Genius Comeback

Chapter 4

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sky was still

e me in the bed

liar. Usually, by this time, Bird would have already

nor was unner

owel was brought to me. No perfectly iron

ner wolf paced restlessly, enraged by

d myself, annoyance

on the table. But it was wrong. Mrs. Gable, the head

orning,

ard. The cheese was the wrong brand. The coffee wa

ng the plate forward. It scraped

ur breakfast, Alpha. Prepared accordi

ed, my voice laced with my Alpha command. I d

una... she didn't leave any recipes

the woman took every tr

ried away. My stomach was empty, but it felt l

skipped dinner last

if with a mind of its own, opened my message thread with Bird. The last message

t called, like she always did

blurry image of a daisy-for a few

st as my patience was about

to not ans

again, my

sconnected after a single

hrough me. That woman. H

nk this would forc

e. She'd show up at the office building. She always did, tryin

e door. I would see just how

STANL

watched my phone vibrate on the table. The

essed the red icon to decline the c

, raising a perfect

smile played on my lips. "Now, where were we? You were telling

h the window, bathing me

I was bein

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The Rejected Luna's Spectacular Genius Comeback

Cry Out Loud Werewolf

“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.”