I Reject You: The Broken Luna's Royal Destiny

Chapter 2

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nst the curious stares of the servants in the hallway. In my past lif

She was a gift from my mother, loyal to the core. Her eyes wer

my cold fingers. I patted her hand. "Livia

tarted, her vo

me the Pack codex. The full versio

mediately. She knew that while I ap

of dust and time, and turned directly to the section on mate bonds. I had never pa

Milo strutted in with the swagger of a beta grown drunk on his Alpha's favor

nt, as if he were bestowi

the rejection ceremony. I took th

tion that Elenore would not enter the main house before

bsessed with control. He would never

ry punctuation mark. Livia stoo

ce, in tiny, almost unnoticeable script, was a

the stability of the Pack, any change in the mate bond of an Alpha heir requires the 'blessing' of at least tw

of the Hoffman Pack were gray-muzzled old wolves who had bowed their necks to Brannon's father for so long they

ce, but in reality, he could control the elders and en

et consented." I would be trapped indefinitely in this humiliating stat

ant move. I almost had

drain from my face.

aze hardened. "He wants to play with the rules. So

this war from inside the Hoffma

hem one by one. They were either too close to the Hoffma

atus, with no ties to the Hoffmans

red gardens of the Hoffman estate spread out below, a

ple dress for me, and

going?" she asked, her

to defend my honor against Brannon. In this life, he was dead too, gone before I could save him, leaving only his

y" was the perfect excuse, a reasonable and

of here. I needed

rson who could br

were different. The girl in the mirror was no longer Alanna Cruz, the lamb

ou will soon learn that a person with nothing left to

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I Reject You: The Broken Luna's Royal Destiny

Superstition Werewolf

“I was the fated mate of Brannon Hoffman, the powerful Alpha heir, devoting five years of my life to him. But he coldly demanded I voluntarily renounce my claim, insisting his lover, Elenore, was dying of Moon Sickness and needed his bond to survive. In my past life, I was completely shattered. Elenore put on a sickening show of pity, while Brannon threw me away without even a formal rejection ritual, sparing himself the pain of the bond snapping. He trapped me with Pack Law-a loophole only the elders could unlock-so I could never leave, never be free, never stop being the "pending" nothing he'd made me. Worst of all, he used his Alpha command to drag away my dying grandmother's only doctor, all to treat Elenore's faked, blood-stained cough. They left my grandmother to die in agony, then paraded their "true love" at a high-society charity gala. I died in dark isolation, my heart broken and my family utterly destroyed. Opening my eyes again, I was back in Brannon's study, breathing in the scent of cedar right as he asked me to step down. This time, I didn't weep. I didn't beg. I named my own terms. "I won't voluntarily renounce you." I looked at his arrogant face and smiled coldly. "I will formally reject you-on the full moon, before every elder and every wolf in the Pack." But I knew his games wouldn't end there. So I walked into the palace of the crown itself, seeking a power he could never command. And there, the crippled, "short-lived" Prince Gideon-the man the whole kingdom had written off as a ghost-looked at me and offered a way out no one saw coming. A royal mate bond. A prince's protection. A throne's shadow. I accepted his hand. Because this time, I'm not running from the game. I'm the one setting the rules.”