I Reject You: The Broken Luna's Royal Destiny

Chapter 5

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na's

s Theodora's face before she smoothed

n a carved wooden wheelchair was pushed

e, his lips bloodless. He looked like he'd been sick for a very long

as the prince of whispers and rumors-the one who had offended a powerful noble, been

was the barest hint of a greeting. His voice was as co

s tone was warmer than it had been with me,

time, those deep blue eyes had a focus. They seemed to pierce through my

elt like being targeted by a predator, even though

n said, his words a qui

I looked up, just as surpr

aid slowly. "A respectable lady should not be hum

frozen heart. Besides Livia, he was

sked, a flicker of i

up, and a faint expression that might have been a smile touc

from his long illness. "Miss Alanna Cruz, after your rejection ceremony with Brann

eodora looked like she was about to leap

a wolfless Omega who was about to

you're saying!" Theodora was the

I couldn't decipher. "According to royal law, even a disinherited prince's mate enjoys the protection and ho

was offering me a way out. A complete e

s. Brannon's legal traps would become meaningl

ippled, short-lived prince? Was I ju

ste," but my instincts screamed that this man wa

trangers. Was it simply a sense

asked, my voice

need each other, don't we? You need a sanctuary, and I... I need a

no pity, no charity. Only an inv

would have kept me a pawn, a piece to be moved and sacrific

ked and disapproving

nd in his. His palm was cool, but it

. "I will become your mate after

knew, in that moment, that my fate-and the fate of this

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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.”