I Reject You: The Broken Luna's Royal Destiny

Chapter 6

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na's

silently accept our "engagement." She clearly disapproved, but Gideon was

lders, ensuring my rejection ceremony would proceed without a hitch. T

a small token engraved with the Kensington royal crest. "His Highness said to

return had been kept quiet. As far as Brannon knew,

lene Hoffman, using the excuse that I missed my gr

behind expensive jewels and a fak

ow you are heartbroken. But this is your home. The ceremon

in the capital. According to our pre-nuptial agreement, these assets were managed by the Hoffman Pack as long as my bond

o see the place where I grew up one last time before I say goodb

homesick girl worked perfec

only cried and thought of her family

t, sending several of her own people to "escor

home for five years, I glanced back through the window.

he was saying. "While she's gone, go through h

life. She had greedily inventoried all

uld make her pa

ene'

ve, a cold smile on my lips. Did that foolish Omega reall

. "Go. Take some people and careful

... proper?" Matr

s family soon enough. Her mother's dowry has been managed by t

at sickly Elenore. The Pack's finances were a bit

contracts for the shops," I said, lowering

e do, even after the rejection? A disgraced prince a

myself. Alanna, Alanna.

na's

state. Livia looked at me, her face clouded with worry

her off. "She will descend like a v

..?" Livia was ev

ing scenery. My voice was cold. "I need everyone to see th

tend her greedy hands so far tha

had given me. The cool metal

g was about to begin. And I would

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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.”