Claimed as the Ruthless Alpha's Fake Luna

Chapter 4

Word Count: 785 | Released on: 16/09/2026

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ure a defiant slash against the page. Seraphina Foster. The name e

her now. I forcefully shoved the instinct down. She was not a prize to

n his hand. His expression was carefully neutral, bu

" I asked aloud, ge

hur Foster. Her mother, Eleonora Beaumont, died when she was a ch

aleb continued. "Overshadowed by her stepsister. Rumors persist

down an Alpha and bent him to her will. There was steel in her. The report detailed her public rejection of Hayden. The picture. Th

nds?" Cal

Pack's shipping d

our five-year plan," Caleb noted. "S

ver. She did her research. The thought wa

It was always there, a low hum of torment that spiked without her near. My hand c

I ground out, the

er estate. Currently at a ne

ssessiveness in my own voice startled me. It was more than jus

ging my fiancée home." The word felt foreign on my to

ingle suitcase. She looked smaller without the armor of her

ify a living arrangement,

into the room and closing the door behind me.

. "I'm not your p

is by my side. It ensures the... efficacy of our arrangement." I used the

e fire in my veins even as it stoked another, deeper hunger. I watched her wei

er voice tight. "But my

ed my lips. "As you wish

f contact was a jolt of lightning. I saw her flinch, her pupils d

ome you to the family." I glanced back at her. "Try to look less like you're heading to your

nt promise of future bat

to Caleb. Dig deeper into Eleonora. I want to know everythin

was also a variable I could not contr

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George B Werewolf

“At my own engagement party, my Alpha father handed me over to Hayden Price like a cheap commodity to seal a pack alliance. But just an hour later, I caught my fiancé pinning my conniving stepsister against a velvet sofa in a private lounge, their clothes completely disheveled. When I walked in, they didn't even look guilty. Isabelle pulled him down for another wet kiss and gave me a triumphant smirk, while Hayden actually frowned and accused me of having no manners. I was supposed to be the perfect, docile she-wolf, the wolfless embarrassment of the Foster Pack who should just accept her miserable fate. Instead, I walked straight back to the grand ballroom and publicly rejected him in front of hundreds of staring pack members. My father roared in absolute rage, but I just dropped the diamond ring and walked out into the cold night. I thought I had finally escaped my cage, only to immediately stumble into the den of a much more dangerous beast. Damien Sinclair, the most ruthless and powerful Alpha in the territories, grabbed me in a dark corridor, burning with a cursed, violent heat. To my absolute shock, the inner wolf that had been silent for all my twenty-one years suddenly howled, claiming this terrifying stranger as my Fated Mate. The next morning, he looked at me with icy authority, clearly expecting me to run away or beg for a payout. Instead, I calmly slid a marriage contract across his polished desk. "I'll play the part of your Luna and soothe your curse," I told him, meeting his predatory gaze. "In return, you will help me completely bankrupt my ex-fiancé." This time, I was done being a pawn.”