Rejected Luna, Love Me Again
For eight years, Riana Regalia played the perfect Luna.
Loyal wife. Elegant hostess. The silent shadow behind the powerful Alpha Wesley Winters.
When she walked down the aisle, it was for duty, not love.
Her husband gave his heart to another, his fated mate, and her half-sister.
Her own daughter grew to adore the woman who stole her place.
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The day she signed our divorce papers, she stopped hiding.
The struggling fashion label he mocked? Now a global empire.
The lonely Luna he had ignored became his most powerful rival.
Alpha Wesley thought he was freeing himself from a gold-digger.
He never imagined she'd become the number one threat to his empire.
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Now, he wants a second chance. His pack is in chaos. And his so-called fated mate is scrambling to salvage his reputation.
But this Luna doesn't answer his calls anymore. She's too busy counting her billions.
He underestimated the quiet wolf.
Now the world will learn who the true Queen is.
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Chapter 6
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(Back in Ambrose City)
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Delilah always knew how to make Willa laugh. She played games, told outrageous jokes, and let her eat anything she wanted.
She never said, "Sweetie, you can't have that, but Mommy can make you something else."
When Willa was tired or cranky, Delilah didn't sigh or get frustrated-she just scooped her up and asked if she wanted ice cream.
But now, sitting in the vast, glittering emptiness of the mansion, a dull ache settled in Willa's chest. The kind of feeling she could not understand.
Sunlight streamed across the lavish breakfast spread, making her golden hair shine. The same colour she inherited from her mother.
"Daddy.?" she began, her voice small.
"Yes, darling?"
Willa's voice caught. Biting her lips, she looked at him hoping he would look back at her, "Has Mommy said. if she's not going to call anymore?"
For three days, there was nothing. No calls. No texts.
At first, she'd liked it. No one telling her what to do. Saying no to what she desires.
The freedom from her mother's daily check-ins. No more stiff conversations where she had to pretend to care about school or recount her day with friends.
It felt like a victory.
But soon, her heart began to waver.
Mom never just. disappeared. She always kissed her forehead-even when she was angry, tired, or running late. Even when she wasn't perfect. she was always there.
Feeling the awkward silence, Wesley looked at his daughter's conflicted face and opened his mouth to speak, but his phone rang.
He smiled seeing the number on the screen, "Delilah, what is it?"
Willa watched her father leave the table to take the call, wondering what couldn't be said in front of her. He never used to walk away when Mom called, though their conversations were always short and cold. She'd hardly ever seen him smile at Mom, even on the phone.
"Willa," Wesley said, returning abruptly. "Something's come up. Henry will take you to school today."
"Is Aunt Delilah in trouble again?"
"Don't worry, I'll handle it." He ruffled her hair, grabbed his suit jacket, and was gone.
A confusing mix of emotions swirled inside Willa. She'd actually been looking forward to Dad driving her. Mom always drove her to school, even when she had meetings. Mom stayed up all night when she had a fever. Mom braided her hair exactly the way she liked it-even when she was exhausted.
She swallowed her disappointment. Aunt Delilah must be in real trouble for Daddy to rush off like that. He didn't mean to break his promise. She had to be understanding.
She checked her phone one more time, sighed, and stared out the window.
Still, no call coming.
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Wesley pushed open the door to Delilah's suite, his voice tight with concern, with his eyes scanning the room with concern, "Delilah, darling, what's wrong? Why are you leaving so suddenly?"
The morning sun streamed in, catching the delicate silk of her chemise and the subtle glow of her makeup. She was a vision of curated perfection.
He swallowed his saliva seeing her wearing a dress revealing the sexy curves of her body. The memory of him kissing her smooth skin, hunger to be inside of her again, made him felt uneasy. The strange desire was again crawling under his skin.
He got closer to reach out to her. To feel her again.
"I have to go back to Mystic Town, Wesley," she said, the curve of her back accentuated as she bent to arrange a suitcase-an unconscious, yet potent, invitation.
"Did they call you?" He crossed the room and pulled her into his arms, inhaling the intoxicating scent of gardenias that clung to her skin. Just a hint was enough to stir his
desire.
"Don't go. We just found each other again. I haven't had nearly enough of you." His hand slid familiarly beneath the hem of her slip. As he felt the warmth between her legs, he groaned.
Feeling the hard evidence of his want pressed against her, Delilah allowed herself a faint, unseen smile.
She stilled his wandering hand but arched against him in a way that made his breath catch. "I can't stay. You're still married to Riana."
"Delilah –"
"What will people say if they think I'm the reason your marriage fell apart?" She turned, catching her lower lip delicately between her teeth. Brushing her lips teasingly against his, she whispered, "I don't want to be the villain, Wesley."
Wesley traced her lips, his gaze darkening. "My pack knows you're the Luna I've chosen. Let them talk. I stopped caring long ago."
She looked up at him, her eyes wide. "But what if Willa grows up to hate me?"
"She won't," he murmured, his mouth finding the sensitive spot below her ear. "She adores you."
A glint of triumph flashed in Delilah's eyes even as her body melted against his. "And Riana? Seven years is a long time. She's still my sister. I don't want-"
"She was never supposed to be my wife," Wesley growled, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.
That familiar feeling of losing control washed over him. He prided himself on his discipline, but around Delilah, it evaporated like mist.
Is this the pull of true mates? Or pure lust for her body?
He wondered fleetingly before urgency took over. He tugged the strap of her slip down. "You are my mate."
From an angle he couldn't see, Delilah's lips curled into a cunning smile. She wrapped her legs around his waist, a silent surrender. "Ah, Wes –"
Feeling her warmth again, made Wesley tore her dress revealing her body for him to conquer, "I want you, all of you"
"It's my fault, Wesley. If I had found you sooner, maybe that night."
"That night Riana must have drugged me," he snarled, thrusting into her with raw need. "She lied. I woke up with no memory, and suddenly we were forced into marriage because she was pregnant. And I was made the villain for asking questions."
They moved together, rocking the table she was placed on. The sound of them moaning with desire filled the room as Wesley could not control his strange desire wanting more from her. "You are my mate, darling. I'm sure of it"
"Don't stop. Don't.. stop"
"I would never have married that woman if it weren't for the power this marriage promised," he rasped, moving inside her with a possessiveness that bordered on
rough.
Fragmented images from eight years ago flickered at the edge of his mind but were quickly smothered by Delilah's soothing whispers. "Oh, I know, my King," she crooned like a siren in his ear.
"You never had a choice. But I will always be here for you. Always."
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(Back at the Winters Mansion)
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That evening, the moment Wesley stepped through the door, Willa flew into his arms, her small frame tense with urgency. "Daddy!"
He crouched, catching her gently. "What is it, sweetheart?"
He expected her to say she missed her mother. It was her usual pattern whenever she was upset, and Riana had always been the one to patiently untangle her worries.
In some small, grudging part of himself, Wesley acknowledged that while Riana had been a disappointing wife, she was, at the very least, a competent mother. Perhaps, there were times, a devoted wife.
"Daddy," Willa's voice was all wrong-small and trembling like a wounded pup, "is it true about Aunt Delilah leaving?"
Wesley sighed, finally meeting her gaze. His eyes-the same stormy winter gray as hers-were unreadable. "Yes."
"Why?" The single word hit him with more force than a slap. Tears welled and spilled over her pink cheeks. "Why didn't you stop her? Mommy left, and now she's leaving too? I want to be with Aunt Delilah!"
Wesley was taken aback by the depth of her attachment, one that seemed to eclipse her bond with her own mother. How could he explain the complexities of fated bonds and grown-up conflicts to a child?
"I've spoken with Delilah, darling," he said, smoothing her hair. "She has important business back in Mystic Town. But don't worry, we will be joining her."
"Really?" Willa's eyes widened, hope flickering through her tears.
Wesley offered a gentle smile. "Yes. We won't be separated. Does that make you happy?"
As Willa bounced away, her spirits visibly lifted, a wave of relief washed over him.
The only complication now was ensuring Riana had the sense to keep her distance and
not disrupt their new life once they returned.
Later, with a glass of whisky on one hand, he dialed Riana's number. It rang, then went to voicemail.
Again. And again.
Frustration mounting, he finally connected with his Beta, David, his voice sharp with impatience. "Sync me to Riana's location. Now."
The reply that came was simple, yet it dropped like a stone in his gut.
"Alpha," David's voice was careful, neutral. "Luna Riana resigned from the company this morning."
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"Service was acceptable. Keep the change."
But when I rushed home to check on my dying father, I found the locks changed and my boyfriend, Chad, draped over my stepsister on the landing. My stepmother, Meredith, didn't even look up from her coffee as she handed me a legal folder.
She told me to sign away my inheritance or she'd stop paying for my father's life support. The hospital called seconds later, demanding fifty thousand dollars by the end of the day, or they'd pull the plug.
Meredith had already arranged my "payment": a dinner with Boris Gorsky, a predator who collected young women like trophies. I was being sold to a monster to keep my father alive, standing in a thrift-store dress while my family laughed at my ruin.
I didn't understand how my life had collapsed in twelve hours, or how my own blood could put a price tag on a man's life. I sat at that restaurant trembling, waiting for the man who would buy my soul.
Then the man from the hotel walked in. It wasn't Gorsky; it was August Sanders, the billionaire CEO of a media empire, and he was holding my hundred-dollar bill.
He didn't want an apology; he wanted a contract wife for a year. He slid a confirmation for a five-hundred-thousand-dollar hospital deposit across the table and handed me a fountain pen.
"Welcome to the firm, Mrs. Sanders."
I signed the paper with a shaking hand, knowing I was trading my freedom for my father's life. But as August handed me his black card, I realized I finally had the weapon I needed to destroy the people who thought I was nothing.
7.5
This novel have multiple stories.
Life was always hard for Jae, but he felt completely broken when he had no other choice but to sleep with the most dangerous arm dealer for $30,000.
But he didn't know that his whole life was going to change after that night.
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"Seems like you've forgotten that you're my sex doll, so how dare you disobey me?" said Chan, pinning Jae down on the bed.
It's love.
It's obsession.
Or is it just lust?
Chan himself doesn't know why he can't stay away from Jae. No matter what he does, he always finds himself near jae.
But for Jae, all of this was torture, until he found himself falling for Chan.
9.4
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An accidental act of heroism reshaped Sera's life entirely. She lost her sight saving the grandmother of a stranger. In return for her goodness, she was forced into marriage with the old woman's grandson, Lucian Vitale. He was a mysterious businessman with no interest in love, and as people whispered, colder than ice. Given her circumstances, Sera had no choice but to accept. She became his pretend wife, bound by contract. It was a kind of relationship she'd never imagined living.
Sera had never planned to fall for a man she'd never seen. But with every touch, every murmur from Lucian, she was slowly pulled under by longing and feelings that should never have taken root. In darkness, she learned to love-and to bleed.
Then came the day her vision returned. She heard a truth that shattered her world and tore at her heart. Frightened beyond reason, Sera ran and vanished. She carried a secret in her womb: the child of their passionate nights together.
Four years slipped by. A man stepped back into her life. Same voice, same scent, same way his hands found hers... but he did not know her. He had amnesia. Can Sera escape the man who once meant everything to her? Or is this fate's way of calling them back to settle what they began-in their beds, their hearts, and the secrets that still wait to be told?
Between lies, desire, and memories... will they choose each other still?
7.7
I was discarded the moment my husband gained power.
Divorced, Humiliated and left with nothing...while my mother lay dying.
Serena Black believed loyalty and sacrifice would be enough to secure her place beside Antonio Romano. Instead, she discovers she was only ever a stepping stone. He replaces her with a pregnant woman claiming to be the legendary Black family heiress and erases Serena from his life without mercy.
Broken and desperate, Serena's fall should have ended there.
Instead, it places her directly in the path of Dante Romano,the ruthless Don of the Romano Mafia empire, and the father of the man who destroyed her. Cold, powerful, and untouchable, Dante recognizes something no one else does: the scar on Serena's neck, and the truth it might hide.
A contract marriage binds them together.
Protection for obedience. Revenge for her name.
But as secrets surface and bloodlines are questioned, Serena realizes she may not be the powerless woman everyone believes her to be. And Dante finds himself risking his empire for a woman he was never meant to touch.
In a world ruled by violence and betrayal, one wrong choice could cost her life...
Or crown her the most dangerous queen the mafia has ever known.
7.9
Catalina had just won the Best Actress Golden Globe. It was supposed to be the absolute pinnacle of her acting career.
But a broken heel on her way backstage sent her crashing right into the arms of Brogan Cohen. He was Hollywood's most untouchable A-lister, and the man she despised most.
A hidden paparazzo snapped a perfectly timed photo of him kneeling to untangle her dress, making it look like a deeply intimate, secret romance.
The internet instantly exploded.
Brogan's rabid fanbase tore Catalina apart, branding her a shameless clout-chaser.
To make matters worse, a rival actress weaponized the scandal, accusing Catalina of sleeping her way to the top to steal roles.
Within days, Catalina's world collapsed. Her upcoming lead role in a major indie film was suspended. Two luxury fashion houses unilaterally terminated her contracts.
Meanwhile, Brogan simply hopped on his private jet and fled to the South of France, leaving her trapped in her apartment as a mob of screaming paparazzi battered her front door.
She had spent years proving her talent, only to be blacklisted and labeled a manipulative homewrecker over a stupid accident.
The sheer injustice of it suffocated her. She hated Brogan with a fiery, visceral passion for destroying her reputation and running away like a coward.
With her career bleeding out, her manager slammed a contract on the desk: an unedited, live-streamed survival dating show on a private Caribbean island.
"You need to prove you are entirely repulsed by Brogan Cohen."
Catalina grabbed the pen and signed her name with aggressive, sharp strokes.
She was going to flirt with every model on that island, burn this false narrative to the ground, and make Brogan choke when he turned on his TV.
7.6
Nora Dumont, a ruthless and merciless gang leader feared across the region who had slowly expanded her control into other countries, died at the hands of one of her most trusted people. In her final, dying moments, she discovered a devastating truth-the person who killed her was the very same one who had murdered her parents.
But fate granted her a chance for revenge when she was reborn in the body of Emily Hills, the rejected wife of a billionaire CEO who had divorced her while she was at her weakest.
When Emily finally walked out of the hospital, she was no longer the same woman. A new soul now lived within her-Nora, awakened once more, ready to avenge the body she now possessed while carrying out her vengeance for the brutal deaths of her family.