The Regent Alpha's Secret Heir Chose Me as Luna

Chapter 2

Word Count: 928 | Released on: 03/11/2026

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at me, I tightened my core and swung my le

o wrench him sideways. He lost his footing on the jutting rocks, tumble

heir stupor and scrambled to draw their steel longswords. Only the execution squad carried pure s

sharp rock in my hand across the frayed knot of the hemp rope. My bound h

arted. I plummeted straight down

my waist in the air and aimed my boots directly at Bianca,

waving her arms wildly in front of

g the momentum of my drop, I swept the bloodstained stone

cut split her left cheek open from her cheekbone down to her j

ing hand to touch her face, and when she saw her palm co

My face

ng her bleeding cheek. I stood up straight, brushed the dust off my t

bitch! I wi

shot with madness, and his joints popped loudly as his Alpha rage surged. Losing his mind c

his rage, Felix did not dare grab a silver blade with

me?" I raised my voice, my clear tone c

m my throat. The cold aura radiating off the blad

s to go crazy here!" Felix snarled through clenched teeth,

ze sweep over the nobles and servants

swore an oath to me..." I paused on purpose, watching their eyes wide

like a clap of thunder, sucking every bit of noise out

and then sheer disbelief. He involuntarily took half

ping the sword hilt shook. "The Regent Alpha? That bloodthirsty god of

ingers, she glared at me with venomous hatred and screamed, "Brothe

quare. Several warriors doubled over, slapping their thighs as they

e, go ahead and thrust that blade into my throat right now. However

e air, looking at Felix the sam

teady gaze. His legs trembled for a second bef

would never touch a wolfless

raised the sword with both hands, an

ering howl of a dire wolf tore from the far end of the square, followed

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The Regent Alpha's Secret Heir Chose Me as Luna

HAZEL MARTIN Werewolf

“In our werewolf kingdom, a wolfless girl like me is considered the lowest dirt on the ground. My fiancé, the Alpha heir, hung me from the castle walls and whipped me until my wrists bled. Beside him stood my half-sister, crying fake tears while pressing her chest against his arm. "Confess to bedding a wild rogue, and I will spare your pathetic life." He barked the demand, desperate to annul our engagement so he could marry her instead. The entire pack mocked me as a barren waste, laughing as I hung there like a broken puppet. When I finally broke free and returned home, the nightmare only got worse. I found my stepmother and half-sister beating my teenage brother half to death, framing him for stealing my own dead mother's pureblood heirloom. When I stepped in to save him, my biological father, the Pack Alpha, raised an iron-spiked bone whip to strike me down. I didn't understand why my own blood relatives wanted me dead, or why they were so eager to destroy us just because I didn't have an inner wolf. But I was done being their punching bag. I publicly dumped my cheating fiancé, pulled out my deadly silver needles, and prepared to fight my father to the death. Just then, the little starving orphan I had saved in the woods stepped in front of me. With a single glare, he unleashed the terrifying, supreme aura of the royal Lycan bloodline, making my ruthless father drop to his knees in sheer terror.”