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The Alpha who Executed his Luna

Elara Nightshade never imagined hearing "I've found my mate"—least of all from Alpha Henry Blackthorn, the feared ruler of all four clans, inside a brothel. Orphaned and wolf-less, she has spent her life serving the Iron Fang pack that despises her. When Henry claims her, she believes her suffering is over. It isn't. Henry already has a Luna who cannot bear an heir; Elara was chosen for her blood. Imprisoned and used as a vessel, she is discarded the moment she becomes a threat. But her execution awakens something ancient—she is Moonborn, last of a hunted bloodline. Reborn with devastating power, Elara returns as the storm destined to destroy Iron Fang, torn between the mate bond fate chained her to and the vengeance burning in her veins.
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Chapter 1

Elara's Pov

"Hey, wolf-less girl, make sure to scrub those floors well before the main event starts. I want this place looking as shiny as possible before the guest arrives!"

The floors looked sparkling clean already as though they had been licked by my tongue. I focused on every detail, making sure there were no stains, yet Dimitri insisted I'd barely started cleaning.

"You know what, Dimitri...." I shot at him, my worn-out fingers just managing to clench onto the edge of the mop, "I appreciate that you already acknowledge me by my status and remind me every day that I have no wolf...." That last sentence stung on my tongue, but I kept on, "but I will not acknowledge that you can't see how clean these floors are. This is the eighth time I'm scrubbing them....I won't scrub them anymore."

There was a glint in his eyes as he stared at me with malicious intent but I didn't budge. I wasn't going to let him intimidate me one more night.

He crossed over quickly to me and reached for my collar, yanking me away from where I stood. The mop fell out of my hand as I reached for his hand.

"Let go of me!" I shrieked.

"You're much of a talker for someone who's weak you don't even have your wolf to defend yourself." He said and shoved me to the side.

"You jerk!" I mumbled under my breath, my whole body trembling with fear and anger.

"What did you say to me?!" Dimitri clenched his fist and tightened his jaw, his eyes burning red with rage.

The other omegas who were preparing themselves to entertain the guests turned in my direction with malevolent gazes.

"I....I said nothing." My breath hitched in my throat. This wasn't how I thought I was going to stand up to Dimitri.

In just a blink, he was hovering over me. Pulling my hair hard until my eyes glistened with tears. My head throbbed with immense pain.

The others watched him as he gripped my hair with all his strength and pulled harder none of them moved a muscle to help me.

I shrieked in pain, flaring my hands and legs at him so I could regain my freedom.

"You're hurting me!" I screamed out.

"This will teach you not to mess with me." He grinned.

"Dimitri!" A voice called out from behind us. And all of a sudden, I felt relief. The pain in my head subtly vanishing.

Dimitri pushed me to the side and turned around. "Boss."

"How many times have I told you not to put your hands on women?

"I'm sorry, boss. She caused it....she pushed me to the edge."

'Pushed you to the edge!' I rang out.

"We've got company." The boss said, ignoring Dimitri. His eyes flickered towards me, then back at the crowd.

"You girls know the normal fee we charge for a night. We were short by a few dollars last night, I don't want that repeating itself again!"

"Yes sir." The other female omegas chorused and resumed their dressing. Their faces were now heavily endowed with makeup.

That caused a stir in my stomach. I would have loved to look as beautiful as they did, even if it was just for a few moments.

But I knew why they all had those kinds of make-up on, dressed in gowns that exposed all of their vital parts. They were mere pawns to entertain the men who came in here.

Although I was forced to work here relentlessly, I was glad that I wasn't made to engage in whatever those other female omegas were into.

"Elara, it's time for you to leave." The boss let out, jerking me back to reality.

Only then did I realize how long I had been staring at the omegas for. I slowly nodded my head, adjusted my hair, and got up to my feet with a grunt.

I reached for my cleaning tools when a gust of wind rushed past me. Turning around sharply to see the cause.

There stood none other than the Alpha at the entrance.

The Alpha! Alpha Henry!!

'What the hell was he doing here? In a brothel?!' I Intoned internally.

Without thinking, I fell to my knees and so did the others, including the boss.

"Your majesty!" The boss's jaw fell open, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the Alpha. He was just as stunned as everyone of us.

He wasn't alone; standing beside him were twin guards with chests as broad as tables.

Everything that had been said about Alpha Henry was an understatement. Captivating was an understatement compared to the man that stood before us.

There was an ominous aura emanating from him that sent shivers down my spine.

And when his gaze caught mine, I froze instantly. The world around me disappeared and the only thing that I focused on was him.

'Hold....hold on. Is he walking towards me?' I screamed inside my head. 'He is!'

He crossed the distance between us until he was just an inch away from me.

His emerald eyes flickered with recognition as he stared at me. And at that moment, I forgot the pattern of breathing.

'Breathe, breathe, Elara, breathe' I reminded myself.

He crouched down until he got to my level, staring me dead in the eye.

My jaw dropped to the floor. His features from up close were immaculate.

And then, he uttered the words that sent my insides sprawling.

"I've found my mate...." He breathed against my face.

"What?!" The entire room echoed.

I shook my head disapprovingly, trying to get the words that were stuck in my throat out.

Dimitri jerked in our direction, "Your majesty. You must be mistaken...."

Alpha Henry put a hand without turning to face him, quieting Dimitri in an instant.

Hold that thought now. Wasn't the Alpha already married? How could I be his mate?!

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