The Luna They Scorned, Now Reigns
They call me the "invisible wife," the domestic servant with a title. For eighteen years, I played the role of the weak, submissive Luna to my Alpha husband, Anthony.
But the scent of overripe peaches and another wolf's musk on his custom suit shattered my illusion.
He wasn't just cheating; he was popping illegal Bond-Blockers to numb our sacred connection, hiding his betrayal while I catered to his every whim.
Desperate for the truth, I tracked him to the Moonlight Hotel. I expected to find him in bed with his mistress, Katia.
I didn't expect to hear my own teenage son, Jacob, laughing with them.
"Mom is just a human in a wolf's skin," he sneered through the door. "I'm ashamed she's my mother. Katia is what a real Luna looks like."
His words cut deeper than any blade. They mocked my lack of scent. They called me a defect.
They didn't know the jagged scar on my chest exists because I poured my entire essence into Jacob's dying lungs the night he was born.
I became "weak" solely to keep him alive.
And this is how they repay me? By plotting to replace me with the woman spending my inheritance?
They want a powerful Luna? They're about to get one.
I wiped my tears and looked in the mirror, my hazel eyes flashing a blinding, predatory silver.
The White Wolf has been dormant for sixteen years, but tonight, at the Pack Gala, she wakes up to hunt.
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Chapter 4
Alexandra POV:
For the next week, I was a ghost.
I cooked breakfast. I ironed shirts. I smiled when Jacob ignored me and when Anthony lied to my face. I played the part of the oblivious, weak Omega perfectly.
But in the hidden moments-when they were at work or school-I was at war.
My phone buzzed. A message from Zara, a Beta female who worked in the pack's administrative office. She was one of the few who remembered that I had designed the pack's security grid.
Zara: Sent the files. You won't believe this.
I opened the attachment. It was a dossier on "LunaWannabe," a private social media account.
Katia.
I scrolled through the posts. It was a shrine to her narcissism.
Video 1: Katia holding a diamond bracelet. Caption: "My Alpha spoils me. Old wife thinks he lost it at the gym. LOL."
I recognized that bracelet. It was an heirloom from my grandmother. Anthony told me he had sold it to pay for Jacob's private tutoring.
Video 2: Katia in the school gym, wearing top-tier tactical gear. Caption: "Training the future Alpha. Jacob has so much potential, unlike his genetic donor."
Genetic donor. That's what she called me.
I saved everything to an encrypted cloud drive.
Then I opened the financial records I had pulled from the server. Anthony thought hiding the transactions under "Consulting Fees" was clever, but he was lazy. He used the same shell company name-"Shepherd Holdings"-for everything.
Anthony wasn't just cheating on me; he was cheating the pack.
He had been siphoning funds from the "Widows and Orphans" relief fund. Thousands of dollars a month. And where did the money go?
Lease payment: Moonlight Hotel Penthouse.
Transfer: K. Shepherd - Consulting Fees.
Purchase: Porsche Cayenne (Registered to K. Shepherd).
He was stealing from the most vulnerable members of our pack to fund his mistress's lifestyle. This was treason. If the Council saw this, he wouldn't just lose his title. He would be exiled. Or executed.
I heard the front door open. It was dinner time.
I walked into the dining room. Anthony and Jacob were already sitting, waiting to be served.
"What's for dinner?" Jacob asked, not looking up from his phone.
"Roast chicken," I said, placing the platter down. "And I have a surprise."
Anthony looked up, wary. "What kind of surprise?"
"I was thinking," I said, putting on my most innocent, naive smile. "Since Ms. Shepherd has been helping Jacob so much, we should invite her to sit at our table for the Gala. As a thank you."
The silence was deafening.
Anthony and Jacob exchanged a look. A look that said, She is so stupid.
"That... that sounds like a nice gesture," Anthony stammered, trying to hide his excitement.
"Yeah, Mom. That would be cool," Jacob added, smirking.
"Great," I beamed. "I'll send the invite tonight. I want everything to be perfect."
"You're finally stepping up, Alex," Anthony said, reaching for a drumstick. "Maybe you're not useless after all."
I watched him eat. I watched the grease stain his chin.
Eat well, husband, I thought. It's your last meal as an Alpha.
Later that night, I made a call to a burner number.
"Hello?" a gruff voice answered. It was Marcus, the head sound engineer for the Gala venue. He was a low-ranking Gamma I had helped years ago when his daughter was sick.
"Marcus. It's Alex."
"Luna? Is everything okay?"
"No, Marcus. But it will be. I need a favor. A big one."
"Name it."
"I need total control of the AV system at the Gala. Specifically, the main projector and the microphone override."
There was a pause. "You planning a show, Luna?"
"I'm planning a revolution, Marcus."
"Consider it done."
I hung up. I looked at the dress hanging on my closet door. It wasn't the modest beige gown Anthony had picked out for me.
It was deep crimson. The color of blood. The color of revenge.
My Inner Wolf paced in my mind, her tail swishing in anticipation.
Soon, she whispered.
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7.5
Five years of a fake marriage to a billionaire.
Christi thought she was a wealthy wife-until City Hall told her the truth.
No marriage license. No legal rights. Nothing but a lie.
Her husband cheated on her for four years.
His entire family mocked her, used her, and planned to trap her with a baby.
She was ready to ruin them all.
Then a secret changed everything:
Her late parents were DARPA elites. She is the sole heir to $50 billion.
There's only one catch-marry Cornelius Gregory, Wall Street's ruthless paralyzed tycoon.
She signs the contract in an instant.
Freeze their accounts. Destroy the Rivera family.
The game is over for them.
And the queen has just arrived.
8.2
I woke up in a freezing exile wagon as Elara Vance, the only "wolfless" member of a disgraced werewolf family.
We were thrown out into the brutal Frostfang Wilds to die. The ruthless Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, Kaelen Blackwood, took one look at my fragile body and assigned us a rotting, splintered hovel at the edge of the camp—a deliberate execution to weed out the weak.
My father was a broken, catatonic Alpha waiting for the end. My starving mother wept as she tried to force her last frozen crumb of food between my blue lips, while my brothers used their own battered bodies to shield me from the howling blizzard.
The Luna Queen who exiled us expected us to perish quietly in the snow. The other warriors mocked us, waiting for the cold to claim our lives so they could strip our corpses.
"She's lost to the cold madness!" my mother shrieked when I began clawing at the ice with my bare, bleeding hands.
They all looked at me with pity and disgust, thinking my lack of an inner wolf made me a useless burden. They treated me like a fragile piece of glass destined to shatter in this frozen hell.
But they didn't know a modern engineer's soul now lived inside this fragile shell. I didn't need claws or fangs to survive.
I picked up a jagged stone, smashed the permafrost, and decided to build my own fortress. This wasn't an exile; it was my new beginning.
7.1
Behind every locked door lies a secret... For Elena, it's the hunger she hides from her cold and distant husband. For Adrian, it's the forbidden desire he feels for the one woman he should never touch-his stepmother.
What begins as stolen glances and teasing remarks quickly spirals into something dangerous. Behind closed doors, guilt turns into obsession, lust turns into fire, and the line between right and wrong disappears.
But how long can they keep their dirty secret before it explodes, tearing the family apart?
A forbidden romance dripping with passion, danger, and irresistible temptation.
9.0
My father was dying in the ICU, and our family company, the Martin Group, was on the verge of total collapse.
While I was desperately trying to sign the consent form for his life-saving surgery, my fiancé, Eston, sent me a text.
"I told you not to be stubborn. The company is mine by Friday. Beg me, and I might pay for the funeral."
He had been secretly looting my family's assets from the inside, waiting for me to break so he could steal everything. He thought I would crawl back to him in absolute despair, surrendering my father's legacy just to survive. The sheer weight of my helplessness crushed my chest as the heart monitor next to my father's bed let out a frantic, high-pitched scream.
The betrayal tore through me, but the despair quickly hardened into a cold, sharp stone.
Why should I let the man who ruined me dance on my family's grave? Why should I let him walk away with everything while I lost the only family I had left?
I wiped away my tears and blocked his number permanently.
Then, I stepped out into the freezing Manhattan rain and went straight to the top floor of the Maxwell building.
I threw my remaining shares onto the desk of Ellwood Maxwell—the apex predator of Wall Street, and Eston's untouchable, ruthless uncle.
"I want you to marry me," Ellwood said, pushing a marriage contract toward me. "That is the only way your company survives."
I picked up the pen. If Eston wanted to destroy my life, I would become his aunt and make him bow.
7.6
My father raised seven brilliant orphans to be my potential husbands. For years, I only had eyes for one of them, the cold and distant Damien Paul, believing his distance was a wall I just had to break through.
That belief shattered last night when I found him in the garden, kissing his foster sister, Eve—the fragile girl my family took in at his request, the one I had treated like my own sister.
But the true horror came when I overheard the other six Fellows talking in the library.
They weren't competing for me. They were working together, orchestrating "accidents" and mocking my "stupid, blind" devotion to keep me away from Damien.
Their loyalty wasn't to me, the heiress who held their futures in her hands. It was to Eve.
I wasn't a woman to be won. I was a foolish burden to be managed. The seven men I grew up with, the men who owed my family everything, were a cult, and she was their queen.
This morning, I walked into my father's study to make a decision that would burn their world to the ground. He smiled, asking if I'd finally won Damien over.
"No, Dad," I said, my voice firm. "I'm marrying Hunter Beach."
9.3
For years, Gabriela believed the man beside her would be the one she grew old with. They had loved each other since they were young, but in the end, all those years meant nothing beside a younger woman's smile.
Returning from a business trip, she uncovered his betrayal with brutal clarity. Still, she did not cry or beg. She took out her phone, recorded every damning second, and filed for divorce the moment she could.
Afterward, she rebuilt her life into something brighter, richer, and stronger, even marrying a powerful tycoon. As for her ex and his shameless mistress, they could rot together.