Follow
Chapters
Share
The Luna Who Defied Her Beta’s Rejection Novel Cover

The Luna Who Defied Her Beta’s Rejection

On the day I turned eighteen, I was kidnapped. The kidnappers contacted Beta Finn Hernandez, heir to the Hernandez pack, and demanded a ransom of six million dollars. "You're the Beta of one of the most powerful packs, Finn. Surely you'd pay six million to get your pretty mate back, right? Such a beautiful girl, it'd be a shame if she ended up as a tragic loss." I was lying there with a dislocated shoulder, crying and pleading with Finn over the phone to rescue me. But he replied coldly, “Why is she worth six million?” Furious, the kidnappers broke three of my fingers. It meant I'd never play my beloved piano again—a dream that had once been my only solace in the rigid hierarchy of the Lane pack. Later, when I crossed paths with him again, I addressed him formally, "Beta Hernandez." He cornered me in a room and, with the lightest touch on my face, softly asked, “Ivy, be a dear and call me Finn like old times, okay?” --- "Ivy, we're in New York." The plane landed with a slight jolt, and the nightmare seemed to draw me in again until my assistant’s timely call grounded me. I'd dreamt of those terrifying events from six years back once more. Fear, confusion, and helplessness welled up inside me, bringing tears to my eyes.
Chapters
Share

Chapter 2

“Where to? I can give you a lift.” Finn’s deep, commanding voice snapped me back to reality, his Alpha aura pressing subtly against me, a reminder of his status I couldn’t ignore.

A dull ache spread through the three fingers on my right hand, the permanent reminder of my shattered dream of becoming the Lane pack’s musician. I slipped my quivering hand into my pocket and took a step back, distancing myself from him, the space between us feeling both too close and impossibly far.

“Thanks, Beta Hernandez, but that’s not necessary. I’ve already ordered a car.” I kept my tone formal, respectful, as protocol demanded when addressing a Beta of his standing.

He glanced down and chuckled softly, the sound smooth and rich, like the hum of a well-tuned engine. With gentle reproach, he said, “You’ve been gone for a few years, and now you don’t even call me Finn?”

A lump formed in my throat, but sarcasm slipped out before I could stop it. “How could I dare to call you that? Have you forgotten, Beta Hernandez, the time you told me to know my place six years ago?”

“I’m not lacking in memory skills. Once burned, twice shy. I should thank you, Beta Hernandez, for such a vivid lesson—it was truly memorable.”

The moment the words left my mouth, regret flooded over me. I’d held onto that statement for so long, and he would instantly grasp its significance.

Finn looked up, his dark eyes filled with tumultuous thoughts, his Alpha presence intensifying as if he were wrestling with something unsaid. After what felt like an eternity, as my palms began to sweat, he finally spoke in a low, measured tone. “You’ve always been a cheeky girl, sharp-tongued as ever.”

With a quick tap on the car window, he called, “Uncle Lee, let’s go.”

Only when the car drove away did I exhale a sigh of relief. Six years. Over two thousand days and nights, yet facing him again left me utterly defeated.

My assistant, a young Delta from the pack’s entertainment division, watched me closely, hesitant to speak. “Gamma Ivy, I heard you call him Beta Hernandez? In Edinburg, with that last name… could he be…”

I nodded, and her eyes widened in surprise. “I heard that Beta Finn’s company invested in Hector Zane’s new movie. If you’ve known Beta Hernandez for so long, why bother meeting with Bill Aiden? You could just…”

“I will never ask Finn for help!” I interrupted sharply, my voice cutting through the air like a whip.

She recoiled, quickly lowering her gaze. “Understood, Gamma Ivy.”

The car finally arrived. I collected myself and picked up my suitcase, the weight of it grounding me. “Contact Mr. Aiden’s secretary and let her know we’ve arrived. Request an appointment with him.”

After giving instructions to my assistant, I leaned back in the car’s rear seat and closed my eyes, seeking rest. The encounter with Finn had left me completely drained, my wolf stirring uneasily in the back of my mind, a faint whimper echoing my own turmoil.

Just as I needed some respite, another annoyance cropped up. Call after call from Waylen Price, relentless as ever, shattered the silence.

With a sigh, I surrendered.

“Hello? You better have a good reason for calling me. I’ve been on a plane for four hours and I’m wiped out.”

She sounded amused, her voice dripping with mischief. “More exhausting than dealing with my brother?”

“Cut me a break. Where are you hiding now, watching the drama unfold?”

Waylen clicked her tongue several times, her voice dripping with intrigue. “Today was the Hernandez Corporation’s big meeting. My uncle, father, brother, and cousin were all there. It’s Beta Finn’s most crucial meeting of the year, yet he kept checking his watch, clearly distracted. As the head of the corporation, he was eager to leave halfway through. Can you guess why?”

I wasn’t foolish enough to think it was because of me.

“Waylen, you know I’m not one to speculate. I have work to do, talk later.”

Waylen yelled into the phone, “Hey! Ivy! My brother—”

I decisively hung up.

Now that Waylen knew I was back in Edinburg, peace and quiet would be hard to find.

A headache began to form. I had to act swiftly.

If this meeting went well, Hector Zane could use this film to reach new heights. While he often claimed he was fine with hovering just below the big leagues, I felt guilty.

Over the years, Hector had helped me so much, and I just wanted to return the favor.

This time, I had finally managed to secure a meeting with Bill Aiden at Starbright Pictures. I had to grasp this chance.

Eventually, my assistant arranged for us to have dinner and discuss business in two nights. After settling into the hotel, I decided to make a quick trip back to the Lane family estate.

Bill Aiden wasn’t easy to impress. To secure resources from him, I needed something from the Lane family that would boost my credibility—something that would remind him of the power and legacy of the Lane pack, even if it was now crumbling under the weight of its own failures.

Keep Watching!
The story is getting intense! Switch to App to continue reading
Unlock All Episodes
Open the Official Website

You may also like

Arranged Marriage To The Billionaire Heir Novel Cover
8.0
Elena never planned on marrying a stranger, especially not someone engaged to her sister. But when her sister disappears days before the wedding, Elena is forced into an arrangement she never agreed to, with a man she knew nothing about. Nathaniel Sinclair, billionaire heir with his dreamy looks and charming attitude is just as unenthusiastic about the situation as she is. Their marriage begins with distance, awkward silences and the quiet understanding that neither of them asked for this. But as days turn into weeks and forced proximity becomes a regular thing, Elena starts to wonder: what happens when two people trapped in an arrangement begin to fall for each other? It was never meant to be love. But love has a way of rewriting the rules.
Betrayal at the Gala Novel Cover
9.2
The steady beep of the heart monitor had become the soundtrack to my prison. Three years trapped in this body—aware, conscious, but unable to move or speak. A living hell where I could only watch as my life was stolen from me piece by piece. I remembered the explosion at the chemical plant with perfect clarity. The warning sirens, the panic, the acrid smell as the air turned toxic. I remembered pushing Michael toward the exit, the burning in my lungs as I inhaled what should have killed him. My last conscious thought had been relief that he was safe. What cruel twist of fate had left my mind intact while my body betrayed me? The doctors called it locked-in syndrome—a rare complication of my coma. They had no idea I could hear every word, feel every touch, see everything through my half-closed eyelids.
Boyfriend's Costly Mistake Novel Cover
9.6
The email notification lit up my phone screen at exactly 3:47 PM, and for a moment, I just stared at it, afraid that if I blinked, it would disappear. *Ms. Campbell, we are pleased to confirm your invitation to the Campbell Enterprises Annual Charity Gala...* My hands trembled as I read the words again. Three months. Three months of networking events, of presenting my senior care community project to skeptical board members, of refining every detail until my proposal was perfect. Fifty invitations total, reserved exclusively for major donors and industry leaders who could make real change happen. And one of them was mine. I pressed my fingers against my university ring, that familiar gesture when emotions threatened to overwhelm me. This wasn't just an invitation to a fancy party. This was validation.
Breaking Free to Stardom Novel Cover
9.2
As Dylan Andrews' kept companion, Elaine Willis was the epitome of perfection. To be readily available for her benefactor, she took on work for only three months each year, filming low-budget movies and maintaining a lukewarm career. Fully aware that Dylan saw her merely as a stand-in for his true love, she accepted it calmly, even deliberately mimicking the style of his beloved. Everyone mocked her as a fragile vine, unable to survive without a man, destined to be chained to Dylan's side forever. Yet, behind his back, she got two male escorts.
He Forced Eight Abortions Then Had His Mistress’s Baby Novel Cover
8.7
I stood frozen in the doorway of our Manhattan penthouse, my fingers gripping the frame so tightly my knuckles turned white. The scene before me was surreal—Marcus, my husband of five years, tenderly cradling a newborn baby in his arms while Amber Chen, his mistress, looked on with exhausted satisfaction from our guest bed. The same hands that had once held mine with promises of forever were now gently stroking the cheek of another woman's child. His child. The irony was knife-sharp—this was the same man who had forced me through eight abortions, each one taking a piece of my soul, each one justified with his insistence that children would interfere with our ambitious lifestyle. "Look at him, he has my eyes," Marcus whispered, his voice carrying a tenderness I hadn't heard in years. The baby made a soft cooing sound, and Marcus's face lit up with a smile that twisted in my chest like barbed wire. I must have made a sound because Marcus finally looked up, his expression changing from adoration to cold indifference in an instant. There was no shame, no guilt—just annoyance at my presence interrupting his perfect moment. "Victoria," he said, his tone clipped.
Love Beyond Heartbreak Novel Cover
9.1
The key slid into the lock with a familiar click. Three weeks on the road had left my muscles aching and my mind numb, but the thought of seeing Cruz again made my heart race. I'd driven through three states in that time, hauling freight across endless highways, surviving on gas station coffee and truck stop showers. "I'm home," I called out, my voice echoing through our apartment. The silence that greeted me felt strange after weeks of engine roar and highway noise. I dropped my duffel bag by the door, my eyes widening as I took in the sight before me. Our small living room was transformed. A cream-colored Louis Vuitton bag sat prominently on the coffee table, its gold hardware gleaming under the overhead light. Beside it stood a tower of unopened champagne bottles, their foil tops catching the light like miniature suns. "What the hell?" I whispered, moving closer.