Reborn Luna: Reject My Unwanted Alpha

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other long before today!" Chloe screamed, slamming her

f nobles, followed by a wave of sharp, judgm

not drop. My he

ir filthy secret spoken aloud didn't bring tears; it only made my blood t

toward me, hands half-raised in a feeble attempt to placate th

e mud, tears streaming down her pal

thin twenty paces heard her trembling plea. "It wasn't real! Bryce and I we

rofound nausea washed over me. The sheer audac

r hand dropped to the hilt of the silver

cherous mouth!"

my loyal friend dirty her hands. Stepping past her, I faced the pack of parasites st

eyes locked onto Fern

d, my voice steady and deadly calm, cutting through her pathetic lies. "Wheth

ide I took, he stepped back involuntarily unti

away, locking onto

ht of my mother's legacy. "If you two had already established a sacred vow, why did you say n

is Adam's apple bo

nity. "Accepting your dowry was necessary to ensure the stability of our pack allianc

loud enough to echo off the stone

ough my chest, instantly hardening into pure fury. I would not let these leeches drain her hard-earned legacy. "Using the vast estates left behind by my late

istled, their expressions dark

emale's maternal inheritance to harbor a secret

agged herself across the grass, reaching out a

Ferne sobbed. "Bryce was only trying to

tting her fingers claw empty

in crawling with revulsion. "A Mating Ceremony woven from deceit is

nered, he tapped into his Alpha aura, releasing a heavy, suffocat

g against his filthy dominance with absolute, unadulterated di

ice in my pale blue eyes bore into his skull. I wanted him

his cheap parlor trick. Bryce grunted under the invisible backlash, st

heavy oak doors of the Mendoza Packho

the territory, swept down the stone

us marble. Just the sight of her arrogant face made my pulse hammer with a

uring guests, casting a furious glare at

ding smile onto her lips and

s around mine. "This is nothing more than foolish children making

her manicured nails atte

ecision, crossing them over my chest

my tone polite yet laced with steel. "This is a delibera

leaned in, lowering her voice so that only I

rejected female. A discarded wolf will never

any noble lady to yield. But as they hung in the air, a profound, exhilarating sense of li

are without a single flinch, a triumphant

alone for eternity than share a sa

loodcurdling shri

into the cuff of her riding boot and

panic erupted from t

silver, the one weapon capable of

point of her neck. A thin line of crimson welled up inst