The Alpha's Discarded Secretary Is The True Royal Luna

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carpet swallowed the sound of my heels as the air ne

o mask her natural wolf scent, and the harsh smell made my stomach churn. As a pampered socialite from Frostf

the confide

ecutive office. She jabbed a bright red fingernail right at

hogany desk. Johnston Anthony, the young Alpha CEO of Apex Consolidated and the man

raightening my spine. "Only you, Jalyn, and I have seen the final draft

her hand an

s slap across my left cheek. The loud

the side. My inner lip caught on my teeth, fillin

Deep inside my chest, my hidden White Wolf bloodline roared to rip her throat o

ga, how dare y

ication logs straight at my chest. The sharp edges hit m

rypted nodes bypassed every single pack fire

d see through such a clumsy lie. Instead, he rubbed his temples in irritat

lid, Hayley. You re

six years of devotion int

gernails into my palms, staring at the man I had willingly hidden my true noble birth to support from the shadows-bou

ned a single detail about my family to him-a si

of paper than trust me?" My voice trem

as no reason to betray the Pack's interests." Johnston stood up, looking

rewolf world, genetic rank dictated everything, and before absolute profit and high-tier

o Johnston's chest, shoot

y throat. The suffocating grievance in my chest ev

call me up here?" I uncurled my fists, my v

surprised by my sudden lack of tears. "Hand ove

yanking off the lanyard that marked me as the Alpha's confidenti

l be merciful enough to let you scrub toilets on the ground floor,"

aze onto Johnston's indifferent face and s

ching as he bit the inside of his mouth. An arrogant Alpha never tole

ok a slow step forward, his muscles tensing as the p

invisible, crushing weight-the Alpha'

ute physiological force over lower ranks within the same pack

sure. My legs trembled, fighting the biological urge to ben

e twisting with eagerness as sh

fully expecting a backgroundless Ome