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 7
Viya's POV
The snow continued for two days.
At the Natural Healing Clinic, I spent the morning treating a young Beta whose wolf had been dormant since childhood. The work steadied me. Herbs, pressure points, lunar alignment therapy-these were things I understood. Pain could be named. Damage could be traced. Healing required patience and honesty.
Marriage, apparently, required neither.
By evening, I returned to the mansion to prepare for the Blackwood Pack dinner. I chose a pale knitted dress, knee-high boots, and a cloak warm enough for the car ride.
As I reached the door, Miranda appeared behind me.
"Going somewhere?"
"To dinner."
"With Lucius?"
"Yes."
Her smile sharpened. "How touching. The dutiful wife being displayed for the Blackwoods."
I fastened my cloak. "You sound jealous."
"Of you?" She laughed. "Please. I know where Lucius comes when he wants comfort."
"And I know where he goes when he wants to hide."
Her face changed.
"Don't act like you've won because he drives you to one dinner," she said. "If I call him right now, he'll turn the car around."
"Then call him."
She blinked.
I smiled. "Go ahead. Prove it."
For a second, she looked tempted. Then she looked past me through the window, where Lucius's car waited in the driveway.
"You're not as harmless as everyone thinks," she whispered.
"No," I said. "You're just not as clever as you think."
I left her standing there.
Lucius was waiting in the car. He glanced at my legs the moment I sat down.
"You're dressed too lightly."
"I'll be indoors."
"What if you catch a cold?"
"Then I'll take medicine."
He frowned. "You say that like I don't care whether you're sick."
I looked at him. "Do you?"
The question silenced him.
His phone rang before he could answer.
The voice on the other end was loud enough for me to hear. "Alpha, Luna Miranda has gone to the arranged meeting with the potential mate."
Lucius's entire body changed.
His fingers tightened. His jaw locked. His concern for my coat, my health, my cold hands-all vanished.
"Send me the location," he ordered.
After hanging up, he turned to me with a careful expression. "Something urgent came up."
I smiled. "Of course."
"Viya-"
"Pull over."
He hesitated. "I can have the driver take you first."
"And risk Miranda accepting a suitable mate before you stop her?"
His face paled.
I had never spoken so directly before.
"Don't worry," I said softly. "I've spent three years arriving alone. One more dinner won't kill me."
"Viya, that's not fair."
"No. What's not fair is making me sit beside you while you pretend this is about pack business."
The driver stopped.
Lucius opened his mouth, closed it, then stepped out.
I watched him leave.
At Blackwood mansion, the air felt colder than the snow outside.At the main door, the steward Bartell hesitated before leading me inside.
"Luna Viya, perhaps I should inform Lady Margaret that Alpha Lucius was called away."
"She'll ask who called him."
Bartell's expression tightened. He knew. Everyone always knew more than they admitted.
"Then perhaps," he said carefully, "you should say very little tonight."
I looked at him. "I always say very little. It has never saved me."
His eyes softened with pity, and I hated that almost as much as the coming punishment.
Luna Margaret sat at the head of the dining room with Aunt Lily and Aunt Mary beside her. Her eyes moved past me immediately.
"Where is Lucius?"
"He had an urgent matter."
The teacup flew before I finished.
Hot tea splashed across my chest and shoulder. Pain burned through my skin, but I did not cry out.
"You useless girl!" Margaret shouted. "You can't even keep your mate at your side?"
I lowered my eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry? Sorry is what weak wolves say when they have nothing else to offer." She turned to the steward. "Take her to the kitchen. Ice water. Every dish."
In the kitchen, I washed plates until my hands turned red and numb. The servants avoided my eyes. They had seen this before.
Every time Lucius failed to appear, I paid for it.
When I finally left two hours later, the driver was gone. Of course he was.
The rideshare would only wait at the bottom of the mountain road because of the snow.
I walked.
My knees throbbed. My hands burned. My chest ached where the tea had scalded me.
Halfway down, headlights cut through the snowfall.
A black Bentley slowed.
I recognized the plate.
Caesar.
For one foolish moment, I wanted to hide.
Then the world tilted, and I collapsed into the snow.
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8.0
On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Ashley was ready to reveal a secret to her husband-
She was pregnant.
But moments after their passionate intimacy, her Alpha coldly delivered the blow-he wanted a divorce.
His fated mate had returned.
Stripped of her wolf spirit, abandoned by the pack, and carrying his child, Ashley was cast aside like a disposable Omega.
Just as she prepared to leave alone-
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.
Instead, Alina revealed brilliance no one expected-a renowned jewelry master, financial genius, and medical prodigy.
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.