I Reject You: The Broken Luna's Royal Destiny

Chapter 7

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ape of the Cruz estate came into view. This was the

not with a warm embrace, but with a suffocatin

in my chest. I ran toward

or decades, met me at the door, her face streaked with tears. "My la

ll. My grandmother, Grandma Elena, lay still in her bed, her face a ghastl

e I was imprisoned. I never even got to say g

when I left!" I grabbed Agn

y. It flared up a few days ago, and s

is our territory's

ave a chance. We sent for him immediately, signed a legally binding magical contract - notarize

fe, Brannon had hired him to "treat" Elen

I pressed, the terrible feeli

here. He was examining the mistress. But t

re's 'Moon Sickness' had suddenly worsened and she needed Dr. Lowe urgently. Th

ent white. A wave of pure, hot fury wa

Elenore's fake illness, he had stolen

her had passed from her illness. I never

g into my palms. I could not colla

es told me that the city's largest charity was holding its annual gala to

ith them to parade Elenore's "illness" and Branno

ed to put on a show, I woul

eep beneath a layer of ice. Tonight,

k gown, elegant but somber, designed

ver moon broach my mother had

ck in traffic. I pulled back the curtain an

s speaking in low, urgent tones to a man who looked like a

he posture, the entitled tilt of her head-I would

e was berating

chief to her lips. When she pulled it away, I

e, she used animal blood to fake c

fall, a cold smile

formance is about to have

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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.”