Claimed as the Ruthless Alpha's Fake Luna

Chapter 7

Word Count: 655 | Released on: 16/09/2026

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y the sound of his now-steady breathing. He wasn't asleep, not yet, but the tormented edge

his was also an opportunity. When he was

me completely. He arranged for a tutor to instruct me on the duties of a Luna-charity functions

n the penthouse, and command me to stay. He'd read reports, take

ne rang. It was Victoria. He put it on speaker,

settling in?" Victoria's

ating," Damien repl

voice turning serious. "She reminds me so m

the name. He glanced at me, a question

, then changed the subject. The seed had been planted. The Beaumonts were known as a powerf

wed suspicion. "The Beaumonts. Your mother'

said, my voice carefully devoid

in his eyes. But he had no proof. M

e next day, while he was on a conference call, I "accidentally" spilled a glass of red wine on a priceless white rug. I created

meaning of th

s office was stark and minimalist. My eyes snagged on a title o

sed as a bookmark, was a folded, yellowed piece of parchment. It was a map. A hand-drawn map o

one. I heard footsteps approaching. I shoved t

ed the doorway. His eyes wer

d, his voice da

with a breezy confidence I didn't f

w I was lying, but he didn't know what

m, his hand shot out and grabbed my arm. "And my things."

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Claimed as the Ruthless Alpha's Fake Luna

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.”