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 8
Justin POV
The morning sun beat down on the marble steps outside the Royal Study, but it did nothing to warm the sudden chill in my blood. I had been standing in front of the heavy oak doors for an hour. My pristine military uniform felt suffocating, and my Inner Wolf paced restlessly, agitated by the oppressive scent leaking through the crack in the doors.
It was the Alpha King's signature amber and ambergris, but it was thick with an undeniable, suffocating fury.
I adjusted my collar, my jaw tight. I was the kingdom's rising star. Gamma Brenna and I had secured the border, and the King himself had issued the Royal Decree allowing her to be my Co-Luna. I was supposed to be welcomed as a hero today to solidify the paperwork. Why was I being made to wait like a commoner?
Finally, the doors clicked open. Head Beta Alton Marsh stepped out, his face set in a flawless, professional smile. His faint ink scent gave nothing away.
"Alpha Justin," Alton said smoothly, offering a polite nod. "His Majesty is overwhelmed with urgent state matters this morning. He asks that you return on another day."
My brow furrowed. "Another day? Beta Alton, I was summoned. Did the Bloodfang Pack do something to offend the Crown?"
Alton's smile didn't waver, though his weak Inner Wolf remained perfectly guarded. "His Majesty's moods are tied to the kingdom's burdens, Alpha. Have a safe journey home."
He stepped back and shut the heavy doors in my face. My Alpha ego flared with hot, stinging humiliation. I spun on my heel and marched down the corridors, my mind racing. The King's attitude had changed overnight. Why?
By the time I reached the Royal Pack House Gates to retrieve my horse, my frustration was boiling over. I had spent all of yesterday wrapped in Brenna's warm, passionate embrace, completely disconnected from the Pack's trivial matters.
As I grabbed my reins, my enhanced hearing caught the low murmurs of two Royal Guards standing near the iron gates.
"Did you see the Bloodfang Luna yesterday?" one whispered. "Stood in the blazing sun for hours before the King finally let her in."
"Yeah," the other muttered. "Arthur Crawford's daughter. Guess she still has some pull with the Crown."
I froze. The blood roared in my ears.
*Isla.*
My Inner Wolf snarled, piecing it all together. That jealous, petty Omega! While I was celebrating my hard-earned victories with Brenna, Isla had slinked off to the palace. She had used her dead father's name to cry to the Alpha King, begging him to revoke my Royal Decree! That was why the King was furious with me. She had poisoned his mind.
"You manipulative bitch," I hissed under my breath. I vaulted onto my horse and spurred it into a furious gallop toward the Bloodfang estate.
I didn't bother with the front doors when I arrived. I stormed straight through the corridors and violently kicked open the door to The Luna's Suite.
The heavy oak door slammed against the wall. The room instantly filled with my furious scent—my natural cologne heavily mixed with the sharp, spicy scent of Brenna that still clung to my skin.
"Isla!" I roared, letting a wave of my Alpha's Command crash into the room.
Effa Rose, Isla's pathetic wolfless maid, shrieked. She threw herself in front of Isla, her entire body trembling violently under the crushing weight of my aura, but she refused to move.
Isla sat by the window, bathed in the morning light. She didn't flinch. She didn't cower. She just looked at me with those icy blue eyes, her face a mask of absolute, chilling indifference.
"Step aside, Effa," Isla commanded, her voice perfectly steady.
"M-My Lady, no!" Effa sobbed, terrified I was going to strike her.
"I said, step aside," Isla repeated. Effa reluctantly moved, wiping her tears.
I marched forward, my eyes glowing red with Alpha fury. "You went to the King," I spat, pointing a finger at her. "You couldn't handle the truth, so you ran to the palace to cry about your dead father and beg the King to ruin my decree!"
Isla looked at my pointing finger, then up at my face. "I did not ask the King to revoke your decree, Justin."
"Liar!" I snarled, slamming my fist onto the mahogany table. "You are so incredibly fake, Isla. You act like this perfect, submissive Luna, but the second my back is turned, you scheme to destroy my happiness. You will never be half the woman Brenna is. She fights her enemies face-to-face. You just stab me in the back!"
I waited for her to break. I waited for the tears, the desperate apologies, the pathetic pleas for my love.
Instead, the fragile, lingering thread of our mate-bond suddenly went completely dead. She severed her end of the emotional connection so thoroughly it felt like a door slamming shut in my soul.
She just sat there, looking at me as if I were a stranger.
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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.