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His Defiant Luna: Awakening The Secret White Wolf

Chapter 9 

Word Count: 1048    |    Released on: Today at 14:29

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Alpha specifically order you to stay at th

them let me in!" Doreen clutched Julian's sleeve like a

sing their cameras nearby. Grinding his teeth to prevent a bigger scene at the

reen immediately lifted her chin like a vict

Pack's dignity at an international event. Turning his head toward me, he gave

coldly, turning my back on him to walk toward the b

ta Dillon, the respected patriarch of the Dillon Pack. And I knew something about that old man that no one in this hall did: fro

embling slightly under the gaze of the wealthy guests. Suddenly, a passing waiter carrying a tray of champagne bu

an gasped loudly. "That is Grand Elder Alta's fav

rry... I didn't mean to..."​ - and though his shoulders shook, I could not help noticing

went pale, and he immediately began berating the old man in rapid, furious French: "You clumsy idiot! D

h, the old gardener could only bow h

eling old man, a calculating glint flashed in her eyes-she clearly wanted to show off

d man?" Doreen spoke up in horribly broken, mangled French

ack in fluent French: "Miss, if you know nothing about the

seemed to assume he was praising her and smiled sm

ard through the crowd, my sharp

lular activity of a Moonlit Rose is extremely delicate. The cheap synthetic essential o

instantly becoming respectful. "Madam, your French is impecc

lower. The part he accidentally clipped was a calcified outer edge on a lower petal; removing it actually redirects the sp

a long sigh of relief and bowed gratefully to me. "You are entirely correc

tion, looking at me with newfound respect-wondering how a rum

uffocating jealousy. Glaring daggers at my back, she suddenly lunged forward a step, pretending to

my eye, I didn't reach out to catch her like she expected. Instead, I took a swi

ed Grand Elder Alta's flower she would be buried alive in debt, she twisted

ight into the elderly gardener who was

ad struck the sharp edge of the marble platform with a sickening thud. A painful gro

exhibition area as guests scrambled backwa

r cheap sequined dress split open along the thigh, e

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His Defiant Luna: Awakening The Secret White Wolf
His Defiant Luna: Awakening The Secret White Wolf
“I was the disgraced, wolfless Luna of the Higgins Pack, despised by everyone for my genetic defect. My husband, Alpha Brayden, openly flaunted his precious charity case, a lowborn Healer named Doreen, while treating me like disposable trash. In my past life, I bled out alone on a cold operating table. My life-saving healing plasma was forcefully cut off and rerouted into Doreen's body just because she needed it. Brayden stood by and let me die, completely indifferent to my agonizing pain as I gasped for air. Because of him, my family's wealth was drained, my reputation was dragged through the mud, and I died a mocked, abandoned freak. I had spent years wearing cheap white dresses and hiding my true scent just to imitate Doreen and beg for his attention. Why did my absolute devotion only earn me a brutal, suffocating death? Opening my eyes, the phantom stench of my own blood still filled my throat. The calendar on the wall read five years ago-the afternoon of the Sacred Spring Auction, the exact starting point of my tragedy. This time, I refused to be his victim. I smashed my cheap perfumes, put on a blood-red gown, and marched straight up to the Alpha who thought he owned me. "I, Amira Sherman, reject you, Brayden Higgins, as my mate." With a ten-billion-dollar bid and the most terrifying Lycan warlord at my side, it was time to tear their pride to pieces.”