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The Regent Alpha's Secret Heir Chose Me as Luna

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 880    |    Released on: 03/11/2026

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en-year-old brother Ashton was curled into a tight ba

ight red blood from over a dozen crisscrossing welts on hi

twisted with spite, beside Bianca, whose left cheek was w

harp iron thorns in her hands, swinging it dow

o death! I will beat you to death, you little bastard!" Bianca shrieked

ying on her painted lips. "Hit him harder, Bianca. As long as you leave him with half a brea

arms folded across their chests, watching my brother g

Ashton bit down hard on his lower lip, refusing to be

raising the thorny club high above her head with both ha

landed on his head, Asht

, wiping out every thought in

plating could burn a wolf, but it did not burn my wolfless fingers. Pouring every ounce

t through Bianca's raised right wrist, pinning her f

hh

ing scream as the thorny cl

, I raised my boot and kicked a guard who tried to block my path

g, blood-soaked body into my arms. My hands shook violent

throat burned as if I had swallowed hot coals,

my face, he pulled his bloody lips into a weak smile. "

head rolled against my che

ry part of the stones, pulled off my outer vest

armella and Bianca, the blood in m

gaze, her hand flying to her chest b

sister inside the manor! Guards, grab her and break her leg

ng that I was just one woman, they pulled the short iron

usely as the silver plating burned her flesh, screaming hyste

d pulled out the dagger still stained with the d

out on these stones today," I said in a low voic

t in my eyes, the three guards froze in their tracks, non

n fury, snatched a leather whip from the hands of he

uable treasures from my bedroom, so I have every right as the la

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The Regent Alpha's Secret Heir Chose Me as Luna
The Regent Alpha's Secret Heir Chose Me as Luna
“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.”