His Unwanted Mate: The Secret Silvermoon Heir
I waited a year for my mate, Alpha Justin, to return from the border war. While he was gone, I used my ten-million-dollar dowry to keep his crumbling pack afloat and buy life-saving elixirs for his mother.
But when he finally walked through the door, he reeked of another female's scent.
He brought back Gamma Brenna and a Royal Decree, coldly announcing she would be his "Co-Luna."
His family, who survived entirely on my wealth, immediately turned on me. They mocked me for being a wolfless orphan since my father and brothers were slaughtered defending the kingdom.
"You're just a fragile woman who belongs hidden away," Justin told me.
They demanded I accept this humiliation, step aside for his new warrior mate, and continue funding their luxurious lifestyle. Justin even arrogantly offered to sleep with me just once to give me a pup as a "consolation prize," declaring his heart and body belonged entirely to Brenna.
They thought my ruined pack meant I had no backing. They thought I was a pathetic victim who would cling to their scraps and accept a polluted mate-bond just to avoid being cast out into the woods as a Rogue.
They had no idea I had already visited the Alpha King.
I wasn't going to cry, and I certainly wasn't going to share my mate. I packed up every last cent of my ten million dollars, secured a Royal Severance Decree, and prepared to watch their arrogant pack starve to death.
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Chapter 7
Adrian POV
The heavy oak doors clicked shut, leaving me alone in the oppressive silence of the Royal Study. The faint, unyielding scent of lily and cedar lingered in the air, a stark contrast to the heavy amber and ambergris of my own aura. My black wolf paced restlessly in my mind, a low growl of shame vibrating deep within my chest.
I had just watched the daughter of my greatest mentor walk away with a Royal Severance Decree.
I sank back into my mahogany chair, the memory of Alpha Justin Hayes standing in this exact room a few days ago making my blood boil. He had returned from the border reeking of his polluted cologne, heavily masked by the sharp, cheap spices of Gamma Brenna Wilson's scent. He had the audacity to demand a Royal Decree to make her Co-Luna, using his so-called "military merits" as leverage.
It was a blatant violation of the kingdom's law, which forbade high-ranking officers from Rejecting their mates or taking a second within five years of marriage. But to appease the military and maintain morale, I had compromised. I had signed that cursed decree.
Now, knowing the truth—that Justin's "glory" was built on the slaughtered and maimed bodies of the Wood family—nausea twisted my gut. He had extorted me with stolen valor.
And Isla... she was returning to the ruins of the Silvermoon Pack to raise her orphaned nephew, Javion. A wolfless girl, stepping back into a graveyard soaked in her family's blood, just to preserve her pride. She refused to accept a polluted mate-bond. Granting her the Severance was the only way to save her from Justin's inevitable cruelty, but the thought of her facing those nightmares alone made my Inner Wolf shudder.
A soft knock broke my thoughts. Beta Alton Marsh stepped in, his faint ink scent laced with undeniable anxiety.
"Your Majesty," Alton bowed low. "The Dowager Empress demands your presence in her suite. Immediately."
I braced myself. I walked through the palace corridors and stepped into my mother's quarters. The heavy, suffocating scent of violet and agarwood hit me instantly, thick with the sorrowful rage of her Inner Wolf.
Dowager Empress Georgiana sat stiffly on her carved high-backed chair. Her face was pale, and tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"How could you, Adrian?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mother's fury. "Arthur Crawford's daughter! You force a wolfless girl to share her mate with a Gamma warrior? You are sending her to her death!"
I knelt before her, the guilt heavy on my shoulders. "Mother, please. The situation has changed. Isla was just in my study." I took a steadying breath, breaking the news. "She didn't ask for my protection against Brenna. She asked for a Royal Severance. She is leaving the Bloodfang Pack to return to the Silvermoon estate."
My mother froze. The anger in her eyes shattered into profound, agonizing grief. "She... she chose Rejection?"
"She refuses to watch her mate love another she-wolf," I said softly.
Those words struck my mother like a physical blow. I saw the ancient scars surface in her eyes—the ghosts of Aileen, Candace, and Gina Reynolds, the favored mistresses my father had flaunted before her. She knew the soul-crushing agony of a fractured mate-bond better than anyone in this palace.
"That poor, brave child," Georgiana wept, clutching her chest as if her own heart were breaking all over again. Then, her sorrow hardened into a cold, lethal disgust. "And this Gamma Brenna... I once praised her for elevating the status of female wolves in our kingdom. Yet the first thing she does with her newfound power is trample on the marriage and dignity of an innocent woman. She is a disgrace."
I stood up, my own Inner Wolf snarling at the thought of the arrogant Alpha who had caused all this. Justin Hayes thought he had won. He thought he was the kingdom's rising star, untouchable and triumphant.
"Alton," I called out, my voice dropping to a deadly, Alpha command.
"Yes, Sire?" Alton stepped forward from the shadows.
"When Alpha Justin Hayes comes to the palace tomorrow morning to solidify his decree, leave him standing at the gates. I will not see him." I narrowed my eyes, the amber in my irises glowing in the dim light. "It is time he learns his true place."
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9.3
They say you can't have it all. I'm about to prove them wrong-or destroy myself trying.
When my struggling mother married billionaire Richard Stone, I thought I was gaining a family. Instead, I found three stepbrothers who became my obsession, my downfall, and my salvation.
Dominic, the eldest, cold and commanding, who kisses me like he's claiming his kingdom and looks at me like I'm the only thing he can't control.
Julian, the charming playboy who hides a vulnerable soul beneath his perfect smile, making me feel like I'm the only woman he's ever truly seen.
Asher, the brooding artist who paints me like I'm his muse and touches me like I'm his masterpiece, seeing parts of my soul I didn't know existed.
They're forbidden. They're dangerous. They're everything I shouldn't want.
But when I discover my father didn't die by suicide that he was murdered by the very man who now calls himself my stepfather, these three powerful men becomes my unlikely allies.
First it was a forbidden attraction, now it's an arrangement that defies every rule.
The rules are simple:
I'll give each of them a chance.
I'll take everything they offer.
And in the end, I'll have to make the hardest decision of my life:
Choose one of them. Choose all of them. Or choose myself.
9.6
For five years, I was Barron Santana's elite bodyguard and loyal shadow. I stood between him and bullets, giving him my youth and my entire heart.
But last night, the CEO announced his engagement to a flawless socialite on national television.
Heartbroken, I got blackout drunk and ended up crashing on the couch of Cassidy Gross, a billionaire tech CEO who saved me from a bar creep.
When I showed up late to work, Barron locked me in his freezing office. He pinned me against the glass, smelling Cassidy's cologne on my clothes.
"Are you already looking for your next meal ticket?"
He snarled the words, treating me like a cheap whore. When I defended myself, he pulled out a silk handkerchief and wiped his fingers, acting as if my very touch contaminated him.
Then, he coldly ordered his assistant to draft my termination papers.
Five years of risking my life for him, thrown away like garbage just because of his twisted ego.
Devastated, I ran out and collapsed in the hallway, sobbing uncontrollably until a kind coworker gently pulled me into his arms to comfort me.
I didn't know Barron had followed me out.
Seeing me clinging to another man, his legendary control completely shattered, replaced by a dark, violent possessiveness.
But it was too late. I was done playing his obedient dog, and it was time to take Cassidy up on his offer.
8.7
Five years ago, I was the invisible scholarship charity case at an elite Manhattan prep school, trying to survive in a sea of trust-fund babies.
Arlo Hammond, the untouchable billionaire heir, made sure to completely dismantle my soul.
When his wealthy friends asked if he noticed me, his mocking laughter echoed down the hallway.
"Are you out of your mind? You seriously think I'd be interested in a boring little nerd like her?"
But the moment we were alone, he would corner me in dark alleys, pinning my wrists against brick walls with terrifying, possessive jealousy if my phone even buzzed. He played his twisted games until I was left standing in the rain with my shattered dignity.
Now, I am an Assistant District Attorney. I spent years burying those memories under mountains of legal files.
But tonight, he returned.
When we crossed paths at an exclusive club, he looked at me with the cool detachment he'd give a piece of furniture. In front of a crowd of elites, he coldly declared:
"We have absolutely nothing to do with each other anymore."
Then he walked away to pick up a supermodel, leaving me trembling from the sheer humiliation.
I didn't understand. If I was so worthless to him, why did he still have my birthday tattooed in dark ink on his wrist? Why did he look at me with such raw, painful vulnerability in the shadows?
I stared at my pale reflection in the mirror and made a silent vow.
I am not that pathetic seventeen-year-old anymore, and I will prove to him that I am completely, entirely over him.
7.9
Eileen Goff was a nobody, scrubbing diner tables to survive while her greedy family bled her dry.
On the eve of her twentieth birthday, the government's mandatory marriage algorithm matched her with a spouse.
It wasn't a plumber or a teacher. It was Harrison Butler, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire king of Butler Industries.
At the registry, Harrison's glamorous intended fiancée threw a half-million-dollar check at her.
"Take the money, get out of here, and never show your face again."
The registry supervisor even offered her a million dollars to sign a cancellation agreement, trying to erase her from the system.
At their first high-society gala, Harrison's stepmother and the fiancée locked Eileen in an empty room, plotting to humiliate her and prove she was just cheap trash.
Eileen was terrified and confused. Men like Harrison Butler didn't just accept federal matches with girls who smelled like fried onions.
But instead of abandoning her, Harrison smashed the door open, publicly banished his own family, and kissed her in front of the entire city's elite.
Why was this billionaire going to such extreme lengths to protect a complete stranger?
Then she overheard his assistant talking about a marriage clause in his grandfather's trust fund.
He didn't love her; he just needed a powerless, state-mandated wife to lock his parasitic family out of his empire.
Realizing she was a highly valuable pawn, Eileen stopped trembling, looked the billionaire in the eye, and spoke.
"I believe we can have more than just a legal relationship. We can have a business arrangement."
7.5
To survive a lethal genetic breakdown, Holden, a legendary mercenary known as "Ghost," was forced into an arranged marriage with the wealthy heiress Julia Ramsey.
But the moment he stepped into the lavish estate wearing an oil-stained jacket, he was treated like absolute garbage.
Julia accused him of being a perverted stalker, pulling a gun on him and demanding he be thrown out. Even after Holden used a forbidden kinetic strike to save her grandfather from a fatal heart attack, the family still looked at him with pure disgust. Julia confined him to a cramped guest room, warning him to stay out of her life. To make matters worse, his other estranged fiancée, an elite military commander, barged into the penthouse just to throw an annulment in his face.
"You are a pathetic, bottom-feeding parasite! You have no ambition. You hide in this woman's apartment like a stray dog. You are entirely beneath me."
She mocked him in front of Julia, completely blind to the fact that Holden had just effortlessly incapacitated her Tier-1 operative with a single strike. They all thought he was just a greedy, low-class thug clinging to their wealth. They had no idea they were mocking an apex predator who commanded the city's underground and hunted mutant monsters for sport.
When Julia forced him to attend a high-society yacht party as part of a trap to publicly humiliate him, Holden just smirked and took a sip of his cheap beer.
He was more than happy to play along, already calculating exactly how he was going to tear their arrogant little world apart.
7.6
Overnight, Ella lost her family, her home, and her entire life. Discarded by the foster system, she was left shivering in the freezing mud outside her ruined estate.
That was when Javier Shepherd appeared. The terrifyingly cold, powerful billionaire pulled her from the dirt, threw her into a massive glass penthouse, handed her an unlimited black card, and vanished overseas, leaving her in the hands of a cruel caretaker.
The caretaker treated Ella like garbage, feeding her cheap, processed meals while using the black card to buy designer bags. The toxic food triggered a severe allergic reaction. Ella collapsed in the dark hallway, her throat swelling shut, gasping for air while the caretaker locked the door and turned up the TV. She almost died on that cold hardwood floor.
When Javier found out, he ruthlessly destroyed the caretaker and sent her to prison. He guarded Ella's hospital bed with terrifying intensity and even moved into her apartment to stop her panic attacks. Yet, when Ella finally broke down crying over her dead parents, his eyes turned to ice.
"Losing emotional control over a juvenile past is an inefficient waste of energy."
He sneered, treating her grief like a bad financial investment. Ella was completely bewildered. Why did this dangerous man protect her so fiercely, yet hate her past so deeply?
It wasn't until his cousin visited the hospital that the cruel truth was revealed. Javier wasn't saving her out of kindness. He had been obsessed with Ella's mother—his family's adopted daughter who ran away years ago. To him, Ella wasn't a person to be loved. She was just a replacement asset, a ghost of the woman he never got over.