The Rejected Luna Makes A Spectacular Comeback

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ng hands, I clutched a small gift box wrapped in midnight-blue silk. Inside was a pair of custom obsidian cufflinks eng

, I was a despised, wolfless anomaly, stripped of dignity and kept hidden in the shadows of his sprawling estate. As an Omega whose wolf had never surfaced due to childhood ailments, I was considered

ain mansion. The massive floor-to-ceiling glass windows framed a warm, opulent world of laughter

therings, I slipped toward the side terrace. But just as my fingers touched the brass

seriously going to keep that wolfless stray in your bed forever? She can't even summon he

old. My feet f

Tristan. Kira is the perfect shield. As long as that little nobody occupies the Luna titl

ie

very lingering doubt, every quiet terror I had swallowed over the p

the plush leather sofa. He didn't refute Caleb. He didn't flinch. He merely swirled t

was his abso

d was destined to rule at Damien's side. Dressed in an immaculate white silk dress, she loo

oked, every late-night vigil I had kept waiting for him, every

Her eyes locked onto mine. For a fraction of a second, a flicker

, her voice honeyed with faux concern. "Damien, l

om, landing squarely on my drenched, shivering f

ulled the door open, the icy wind surged inside, rustling the heavy drapes.

?" he demanded, his tone

e wet box. "It's... our annive

difference. Before he could speak, Annelise glided to h

ured, eyes wide with performative innocence

e in the lounge. Tristan and Caleb smir

from my trembling hands. For a fleet

out even glancing at the craftsmanship inside, h

armth he had never once offered me. "Your hands looke

ng me a victor's dazzling smile. "Th

e blizzard of their amusement. The hands I had dreamed would one day hold mine had

who still had hope. I looked into his stormy

step back into

shut, locking in the warmth,

of a matin