Rejected Luna, Claimed by Daddy Alpha
On the day of her coming-of-age transformation, Viya recognized Alpha Lucius as her destined mate.
From that moment on, she chased him relentlessly-ignoring his indifference,defying Alpha Caesar, the most powerful Alpha in North America who had raised her.
At twenty-one, she finally married him.
Not because he loved her-but because she was useful.
She was obedient. Considerate. Replaceable.
She silenced his family's demands for a Luna.
She managed his household flawlessly.
For three years, she played her role perfectly.
Until the night she planned to celebrate his birthday.
That night-she overheard everything.
He had poisoned her.
Just to make room for Miranda.
In that moment, she finally understood-the marriage she had sacrificed everything for was nothing more than a placeholder he intended to discard.
Then her phone rang.
Alpha Caesar.
The Alpha she had resisted for three years.
The man who had never stopped waiting for her return.
"When are you coming back?"
This time, she didn't hesitate.
"In a month."
One month to end a marriage built on lies-
and return to the Alpha she was never meant to escape.
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Chapter 5
Viya's POV
The next morning, the mansion sounded like it was being dismantled piece by piece.
I opened my bedroom door to find workers carrying out paintings, books, cushions, and several pieces of furniture I had chosen when I still believed this house might become a home.
Martha hurried toward me, wringing her hands.
"Luna Viya, I'm so sorry. Mrs. Miranda said Alpha approved the changes."
"Did he?"
"I don't know." Her eyes lowered. "Alpha left before dawn for border patrol."
Of course he had.
Lucius always disappeared before Miranda's cruelty required consequences.
I walked downstairs slowly. My favorite reading chair was gone. The wall where my landscape paintings had hung was now covered with dramatic rose-themed art pieces. The living room smelled like Miranda's perfume.
Then she appeared at the staircase in a red dress, smiling as if she owned every brick.
"Oh, good. You're awake. I was afraid the noise might disturb you."
"It did."
"How unfortunate."
I looked around. "You redecorated my house."
"Our house soon."
"You're confident."
"I'm realistic." Miranda walked closer, letting her hand trail along the banister. "Lucius wants comfort. Warmth. A family. You gave him rules and medical books."
"And you gave him betrayal wrapped in grief."
Her smile vanished. "Careful."
"No, Miranda. You be careful. You've been acting like Luna in borrowed rooms, borrowed robes, and borrowed affection. But borrowed things are always returned."
She laughed, too sharp. "Returned to whom? You? Lucius barely looks at you unless he feels guilty."
"He looked at me long enough to sign what mattered."
Suspicion flickered in her eyes. "What does that mean?"
"It means you should enjoy the curtains."
Her lips pressed together.
I turned away, then paused as if remembering something. "By the way, don't touch the tea room set."
Miranda's eyes narrowed. "Why?"
"It's valuable. Sentimental." I let the hesitation linger. "Never mind. I'm sure even you wouldn't be that petty."
Her expression changed exactly as I expected.
"What tea set?"
"The ivory bone china. Blue crest. Grandma,former Luna Beth's gift."
"Your favorite?"
I lowered my gaze, hiding my smile. "Forget I said anything."
I went back upstairs.
Three hours later, porcelain shattered.
I descended unhurriedly.
In the tea room, Miranda stood over broken pieces, her face flushed. A maid trembled nearby. Martha looked close to tears.
"What happened?" I asked.
Miranda snapped, "It was an accident."
Martha rushed to explain. "Luna Viya, Mrs. Miranda insisted on seeing the tea set. I warned her not to touch it, but she-"
"Enough!" Miranda barked.
I looked down at the broken cup. "That was Former Luna Beth's royal bone china."
Miranda froze.
"You said it was yours."
"No. I said it was valuable. I said not to touch it."
Her eyes flashed with hatred. "You set me up."
"I warned you."
"You wanted this to happen!"
"I wanted you to show who you are."
She stepped toward me. "When Lucius returns, I'll tell him everything."
"Please do. Tell him you destroyed his grandmother's gift because you were jealous of a tea cup."
Martha gasped softly.
Miranda's face turned red. "You smug little-"
"Choose your next word wisely," I said. "There are witnesses."
For once, Miranda had no tears ready.
Within an hour, two Gamma warriors arrived with Thompson, the main estate's butler.
He bowed to me first. "Luna Viya."
Then he turned to Miranda. "Mrs. Miranda, Former Luna Beth requests your presence at the main house."
Miranda swallowed. "For what?"
"For instruction."
Her confidence cracked. "I am Alexander's widow."
"And the rules apply to widows as well." Thompson's tone remained perfectly polite. "Anyone who damages a Pack Elder's possession must kneel in the courtyard for three hours."
Miranda looked at me with pure venom.
I smiled faintly.
"What?" I asked softly. "No tears this time?"
She was escorted out protesting, her voice rising all the way to the driveway.
Martha watched anxiously. "Luna, will Alpha Lucius be angry?"
"Probably."
"Are you worried?"
I looked at the broken porcelain on the floor.
The real tea set, of course, was safely locked in my clinic office. This one was an expensive replica.
"No," I said. "I'm curious which lie he'll choose to believe first."
When Thompson arrived, Miranda attempted one last performance. She clutched the doorway and looked at me with trembling lips.
"Viya, please. Tell them it was a misunderstanding. You know Lucius will be upset if I'm humiliated."
"I'm sure he will be."
"Then help me."
"Why?"
The single word stunned her.
I walked down the last step and faced her in front of the servants. "When my belongings were on the lawn, did you help me? When you wore my robe and called this your future home, did you worry about humiliating me? When Lucius forgot our anniversary because he was with you, did you ask him to go back to his wife?"
Miranda's eyes filled with furious tears. "You're cruel."
"No. I'm learning. You should be proud. You've been an excellent teacher."
Thompson lowered his eyes, but I caught the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth.
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The boy she had once rejected had now risen as the most formidable Alpha King. The possessive hunger in his gaze sent shivers through her-did she dare face him? Was this vengeance, or something more? But did she even have a choice?
7.6
The heavy prison gates clanged shut, ending three years. I scanned the empty lot for Julian, my fiancé. Deserted.
Biting December wind my only welcome. Calls to Julian, father, mother: unanswered/disconnected.
Shivering, Julian's tracker showed an unfamiliar Long Island estate. A freezing cab left me penniless; I walked through the blizzard. Through a mansion window, I saw Julian, my stepsister Clara, a small boy—a perfect family. Julian, who hated children, doted on him, and Clara wore *my* engagement ring.
I overheard Julian's call: he, my father, conspired to frame me for Clara’s medical error, saving their company and future. My family hadn't just abandoned me; they plotted my destruction.
A delayed text from Julian popped up, lying about a "cross-border meeting," promising to pick me up tomorrow. Despair vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Typing "Understood," I turned from their stolen life, walking into the blizzard, fueled by burning rage.
8.3
Ayleen Ramirez sat in the sterile Hope Hill Fertility Clinic, her heart shattering as Dr. Finch delivered the crushing news: her third IVF cycle had failed.
Eavesdropping outside a supply closet, she overheard her husband Don on the phone, laughing cruelly. "She's a defective incubator," he sneered to his mistress Alessandra. "I never used my sperm—just cheap bank donation. No trailer trash carries a Bradley heir."
Betrayed, Ayleen confronted him, but her adoptive family ambushed her at home. Her parents and brother sided with Alessandra, now pregnant by Don, demanding Ayleen sign divorce papers to secure family investments. "You're an embarrassment," her mother snapped, threatening to cut her trust fund. Ayleen tossed back their heirloom necklace and walked out.
She stormed the Bradley mansion, slapped divorce papers on Don, packed her bags amid his aunt's insults, and fled into the night.
Drunk in a trendy bar, she stumbled into a powerful stranger—Burdette Guerrero—spilling whiskey on his crotch, then accidentally grabbed a napkin to his trousers. He shoved her away in rage.
Worse, she mistook his penthouse suite for her hotel room, bursting in on his shower, smashing a mirror in panic. He pinned her to the wall, snarling accusations.
How did this arrogant man know her name? Why demand she sign a mysterious contract at 9 a.m.? Devastated and clueless she's actually pregnant—with his stolen heir—Ayleen sobbed alone, the world crumbling.
The next morning, she straightened her spine in the Grand Guerrero lobby, ready to face him and demand answers—no matter the cost.
8.0
My abusive step-family isolated me completely, holding my mother's medical funds hostage to control my every move.
Yesterday, they finalized my sale.
"You will marry Rudy Petrov next month. He is fifty, wealthy, and willing to overlook your lack of pedigree."
Pushed to the absolute edge, I did the insane. I posted an ad online offering my life savings of $50,000 for a contract husband. A stranger named Brennan agreed.
But my family wouldn't let me go. They forced me back for a dinner by threatening my mother's life-saving prescriptions.
At the table, they relentlessly mocked my new "poor IT guy" husband and intentionally burned my hand with boiling tea.
Worse, the housekeeper locked me in a guest room and forced drugs down my throat so Rudy could come in and assault me.
I lay there paralyzed on the floor, bleeding from Rudy's slap, utterly terrified. I couldn't understand why my own family would throw me to the wolves, and I felt a crushing guilt for dragging an innocent, ordinary guy into my nightmare.
Until a pitch-black Maybach smashed through the estate's wrought-iron gates at eighty miles an hour.
My "poor" husband kicked the solid oak doors off their hinges, beat Rudy half to death, and carried me out into the rain.
I didn't know it yet, but the ordinary man I hired to save me was a ruthless billionaire, and he was about to erase my family's entire empire by morning.
7.8
On the day she married, Alina unknowingly took the place of the Hayes family's daughter and became Kellan's wife, the richest man in town who was rumored to be disfigured.
Everyone mocked their doomed marriage, expecting misery and disgrace.
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The woman the Hayes family ignored was actually the heiress they should have treasured.
As regret consumed them and her ex begged for another chance, Kellan stood beside her, now devastatingly handsome.
"Alina and I are perfect together. Stay away from my wife."
8.7
I was dying in a cold hospital bed, listening to the monitor count down my final seconds.
As a ghost, I watched my own funeral. My popular friends and wealthy family soon moved on, but one person stayed.
Cas Riley. The invisible outcast from the back of my history class.
He brought a white rose to my grave every single day, withering away until he collapsed on the frozen ground, dying of a broken heart for a girl who barely knew his name.
Opening my eyes again, the hospital smell was gone. I was reborn back in my high school classroom.
I immediately tracked him down, only to witness the brutal hell he was trapped in.
He was humiliated by a cruel foreman for pennies, violently slapped by his uncle over his sick mother's medical money, and forced into bloody street fights.
He was starving, covered in bruises, and completely alone.
When I tried to buy him medicine and step into his life to protect him, he violently pushed me away in the pouring rain.
"Stay out of my life! To protect you, I have to fight, and when I fight, I lose everything!"
He wasn't rejecting me out of hate. He was terrified that his dark, violent reality would drag me down with him.
Standing soaked in the rain, my resolve hardened like steel.
Gentle kindness wasn't going to save him from this hell.
To protect the boy who died for me, I had to become ruthless enough to tear down his entire rotten world and build him a new one.