I Reject You: The Broken Luna's Royal Destiny

Chapter 3

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, an unexpected event disrupted m

g eyes as every bully I'd ever known, arrived at m

behind. She had always been a staunch supporter of

ocking curtsy. "Our Lady Elenore sends these. She says thank you for your 'gene

ide were all the personal items I h

A pair of wolf-shaped cufflinks I had saved for months to buy. Even

ast life's foolish devotion. Now, Elenor

was telling me that everything I ha

ready to lunge forward, bu

ozen lake. The old me would have sha

e combat tunic, my fingers tracing the

ed a smirk, thinking I was

miled faintly. "Please th

anishing as my eyes turned to ice,

was slightly taller than me

t silenced the corridor. "Please tell me, according to Pack law, wh

this question. "You... you are still the

ants. "Which means I am still the future lady of this esta

er, but their silenc

e future Luna's personal property, and has it delivered by a ser

d white. She finally re

And you, a mistress's maid, dare to be insolent

a flicker of hesitation, sla

Everyone, including Livia, stared in s

her eyes wide with disbel

s, what is the punishment for insubordination?" I ask

"Twenty... twenty lashes, an

l spare you the whip. Now get out. Go back and tell your mistress that I have received her 'gratitude.' And rem

and burn it. Leave nothing." These things were my

, and Rose was dragged off. Mrs. Gable stood f

t just going to leave. I was going to a place where I c

cess Theodora's palace

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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.”