His Rejected Luna: The Lycan King's Vengeful Mate

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wo in the afternoon, delivered by a uniformed co

ed titanium American Express Centurion card-unlimited credit, registered under Audriana Sulliv

illionth patron. Please accept this lifetime membership and unrest

an incredulous laugh

predator of capital, yet his idea of subtle patronage had the subtlety of a sledgehammer. He knew Desmond had f

tips. Then, with deliberate discipline, I unlocked the lowest drawer

," I murmured to the empty room.

's voice brok

rked receipt from an international courier service, dated six months prior. It was stamped with the seal of the Zurich Fine Arts Au

d in the old Sullivan logistics folder. The signature...

s. My wolf stirred, assessing the risk, calculating how ma

pping into a submissive posture. "I swear on my blood, Audriana! I swear to t

hed across the desk, took the receipt, and dropped it into the personal sh

ing, Maya," I

her friends last week that they hired a forensic hacker from Chicago to trace the Aura IP addresses.

through three layers of Swiss quantum-encrypted trusts. Unless they

, the outer glass door sw

draped over her shoulders, her expression a toxic mixtu

ve smirk. "I had to come see for myself. When Desmond told me you had run off to play secretary

ly toward Maya, who quietly steppe

rivate property, Dagny," I said, my voice

nd on the polished glass. As she did, the sleeve of her coat rode up, revealing a breathtaking, vintage

roat. My knuckles turned

n the day she died in that suspicious car wreck on the mountain pass ten

ered, every syllable tre

ond gave it to me this morning. He said since Hailee is marrying into the Blackwater council, our branch sh

y feet. My aura, suppressed for so long beneath corporate decorum, surged forw

ed violently. For a brief second, she saw something in my eyes that terrified her-not the meek, obedient granddaughter

sleeve down to cover the bracelet. "Desmond holds the keys t

into a dark, intimate whisper that chilled Dagny to her marrow. "I know my mother's car brakes didn't fail by accident, Dagny. And I know who signed the maint

d across her eyes. She whirled around and fled through the

st heaving, the phantom scent of my mother's pe

bout an inheritance anym