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CLAIMED BY THE IMPOTENT ALPHA PRINCE

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Sienna is shattered the moment she discovers her mate is now married to her little stepsister abroad and is coming back to the estate. He claims her as his fated mate. Alpha Gray has just broken the life promise of staying with her forever. Still, he doesn't want to release her even though he now hates her. She turns to an object of mockery and abuse, a rejected and downcast Luna. Sienna sinks in despair, not until the Cursed dreaded Alpha, who's unofficially regarded as the Alpha Prince summons her. He never has anything to do with women, but things are about to change. He's Sienna’s true mate but how can she cope when she learns that he's impotent? It doesn't take long when Sienna discovers she's pregnant from Alpha Gray and her new mate, Alpha Rowan is willing to adopt it. Will he come back for his child, especially when his union with his new little mate goes as he didn't expect?

CLAIMED BY THE IMPOTENT ALPHA PRINCE Chapter 1

Third POV

Sienna was surfing through her phone when the news of her mate getting wedded to her little orphaned stepsis whom she had always taken care of from childhood. She has served them for many years at the pack estate as her lady-in-wait, an exalted position especially for a Luna. Meanwhile Alpha Gray, her mate, told her that he was out of the pack for a diplomatic meeting at a foreign pack.

A week ago, her Omega little stepsis had left them for her hometown. She was going to meet her surviving relatives after a long time of not seeing them. Little did she know that it was a tactic by her husband to fly her abroad for their luxury wedding. A lot had been going on behind her but she wasn't aware. The latest secret was that Dera was Gray's fated mate.

Alpha Gray told his wife he was heading for an International Alphas' Diplomatic Meeting, held in Boston Pack. It was a triannual event and spanned across a week but the final event was always the most important. His wedding was set before this final day.

Sienna lay on the bed, stretching her arms and legs, gazing at her husband's picture. She missed him so much and couldn't wait to have him back.

Alpha Gray who was the Alpha of the Harlow Pack was her best friend right from childhood. She had always dreamt of marrying him one day and that dream came true. Even though they weren't fated mates, the love that bonded both of them was so strong that nothing could break it.

Not until Dera came into their lives.

She was Sienna's little stepsis, whom she brought to live with them. Life was pretty hard where she lived, as a considerate sis, she couldn't watch seeing her suffer while she was here in the city enjoying luxury with her husband.

Little did she know she was selling away her position as her husband's favorite and the Luna of Harlow Pack, her two greatest dreams-come-true. She thought she was just helping a little step sister since their parents were murdered. Sienna is a Lycan, the only surviving one in the world but she dared not show or tell it, lest she'd be killed. During the time her family were being murdered by the ruling werewolf warriors who outnumbered them, she was adopted by Dera’s parents. They saw her by the rubbish dump, abandoned and hungry. Taking in Dera upon her parents’ death prior to an auto crash was her own way of paying back for the good they did for her.

After glancing through her husband's pictures, she moved directly to checking messages on her Instagram. It was where she received official messages.

The first message that hit her was a video.

She narrowed her eyes in horror as she looked deeply into the cover picture of the video, there was a man who looked so much like her husband kissing another girl who wasn't her. At this moment, nothing mattered other than getting to confirm this. She quickly tapped on the video.

"Oh my goodness!" Tears fell from her eyes, her heart was beating so hard. Her hands were raised to her head as she became so confused.

"What's going on here?" It was here she thought of looking at the name of the person who sent her the video.

"I must confirm if this is true or a photoshopped video." She tapped on the sender's username, it was her husband's media manager. Roberts was always with her husband, he was the Alpha's assistant.

"Then this must be true!"

It was truly her husband getting married to Dera, her little stepsis who said she was going to see her surviving relatives.

"I've been tricked!"

She let out a scream which attracted a lot of people, who came running towards her room.

Her husband of three years was tying the knot with her little stepsis in a live wedding ceremony. Without Roberts sending her the link to the video, she wouldn't be able to see it.

"Imagine, he even made it private!" Sienna gasped. Her head was turning, she felt so dizzy that she dropped her phone on the bed, rolling on the floor. Tears flooded her eyes, blinding her. She could be heard groaning from outside, the knocks were getting the door banging so hard but despite this, she refused to open.

She picked up her phone again to check if this was true, but it hit her deeply.

"My only heart beat, my real mate, fated by the goddess!" Alpha Gray tagged Dera in a recent comment on his wedding.

Sienna flinched the phone hard against the wall, it came crashing on the floor. She didn't mind if it was damaged or not. She was in too much pain to be concerned about this. Nothing mattered to her again, not even her life.

"How could these two have a deep relationship? I didn't just know, they could have been having sex a lot of times." She shut her eyes tight. Alpha Gray always loved spending time with Dera, taking her out. To her, she thought it was a reward of diligence. Dera was the most hardworking girl they had in the estate. She wasn't initially brought in to work as a maid, but after seeing the care and luxury her sis gave to her, she voluntarily decided to serve her in gratitude.

Sienna didn't see anything wrong here as it was her self-will.

"Now I've seen I was a fool!" She cried.

As soon as the wedding was finished and everyone was heading for the reception, she called Gray immediately. Seeing her call, he thought it was her calling to check up on him as usual, so he picked up, not knowing what she was up to.

"Hello," She called out with a cracked voice immediately the caller timer came up. Gray was listening, hearing her voice, he arched his brows, he suspected something was wrong.

"Who's that?" Dera asked as she was standing with her new husband. Sienna gasped.

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