I Reject You: The Broken Luna's Royal Destiny

Chapter 4

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na's

I finally reached the capital. I paid the driver with money from

away from the Hoffman territory. But I had no time for sightseeing. I went directly

ther's dear friend. She was my godmother, in name at least. But

residence. No unauthorized visitors." Their armor was immaculate,

the Cruz family crest. "I am Alanna Cruz. I am here

, but the guard did not move. "Please

e tea on the table went from hot to cold. I knew this was a test. A t

an appeared. Matron Hemlock. "Miss C

with portraits of royal ancestors. The sheer opulence and

ting an effortless authority even while seated. Time had been kind to her,

r voice soft but distant. "It ha

s proper. "Good day, You

part about my rebirth and focusing on the plight of a wea

an of questionable background. He agreed to my rejection ceremony, but he's using a loophole

mentioned Brannon's "dishonorable condu

ve all else. Brannon's attempt to have his c

re not a sign of weakness, but a weapon. "Godmother, my mother entrusted me to you

immediately help me up. She was quiet

a significant power in the east. Was it worth antag

ere no pure emotions, only

d. "Get up, child.

ehavior is indeed shameful. As a member of the royal famil

ught she was going to

na, the Hoffman Pack's loyalty to the kingdom is crucial. We

efore the whole kingdom" Her voice was calm, reasonab

enore Gay as Brannon's secondary mate. You keep your place, the Hoffman Pack

rs I had demanded. I would be told to keep the hollow title of Luna while Elenore was made Brannon's legitimate "seco

rannon; the other was a "grace" granted by the Princ

was a royal first, and my godmother second. All he

inking my journey had been a failure

trange. "Your Highness, Prince Gideon of

ad supposedly been maimed by a silver weapon and stripped of hi

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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.”