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The Rejected Luna Returns as a Warrior

I was a warrior of the Shadow Council, but to my Fated Mate, Darwin, I was just a barren, "useless" housewife. On the night I planned to finally reveal my pregnancy, his mistress threw herself against a railing, framing me for attempted murder. Blinded by the Red Haze, Darwin didn't ask questions. He used his Alpha Command to freeze me in place, paralyzing my body. Then, he delivered a bone-shattering kick directly to my stomach to "protect" his mistress. I fell backward into the freezing lake, the water turning red around me. That kick didn't just end our marriage; it killed the rare White Wolf pup I was carrying—the legendary heir he had always desperate for. While I washed away into the dark water, Darwin was left with a lying mistress and a severed bond. It took him days to find the security footage. It took him moments to realize he had murdered his own soul and his true son for a woman who had orchestrated my death. For ten years, he went mad with grief, turning into a monster who tortured those who deceived him, praying to the Moon Goddess for my return. He thought if he fixed my broken engagement ring, I would forgive him. But when I finally resurfaced, I didn't come back to be his Luna. I watched him beg on his knees in the rain, clutching the phantom thread of our bond, looking like a corpse. "I love you," he screamed. I slammed the car door in his face. Gloria the housewife died in that lake. Echo, the executioner, has returned to burn his kingdom to the ground.
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Chapter 5

Gloria POV:

I walked out of the clinic, pulling my coat tight around me to hide a stomach that wasn't even showing yet.

Fate, it seemed, had a cruel sense of humor.

The elevator doors pinged open in the parking garage. As I stepped out, I came face-to-face with them.

Darwin froze. His hand was resting protectively on the small of Elyssa's back. When he saw me, he stepped in front of her, shielding her with his body.

The gesture was a slap in the face. He was protecting his mistress from his wife. He looked at me like I was the Rogue, the monster.

"Gloria," he said, his voice guarded. "What are you doing here?"

"I had a nosebleed," I said flatly. "Just getting it checked."

Elyssa peeked out from behind him. She smiled, a nasty, triumphant curling of her lips.

Suddenly, the air filled with a sweet, milky scent.

Pregnancy hormones.

Wolves can smell pregnancy almost immediately. Elyssa was pushing the scent out, projecting it, forcing me to smell her fertility. It was a biological taunt. I have what you don't.

"Did you hear the good news, Luna?" Elyssa asked, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "We're expecting."

"I heard," I said. "The whole hospital heard."

"Get in the car, Gloria," Darwin ordered, steering Elyssa toward his black SUV. "We're going home."

I climbed into the back seat. Darwin and Elyssa sat in the front. It felt like I was the child, and they were the parents.

The drive was suffocating. Elyssa kept her hand on Darwin's thigh.

"Darwin," I spoke up, breaking the silence. "Do you remember the story of Alpha Kael?"

Darwin glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "What?"

"Alpha Kael," I repeated. "The Rogue who rejected his mate for a younger she-wolf. He thought he could cheat the Moon Goddess."

Darwin's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "I don't have time for fairy tales."

"It's history," I corrected. "His mate died of a broken heart. And the moment she died, Kael went mad. The bond snapped back and shattered his mind. He ate his own young."

Elyssa gasped. "Stop it! You're trying to scare me!"

"I'm just stating facts," I said, looking out the window. "The bond is not just a feeling, Darwin. It's a tether. If you sever it, there is a price."

"I am loyal to the Pack!" Darwin snapped. "I am doing what is necessary for our lineage!"

"Loyal?" I laughed, a dry, humorless sound. "You swore an oath to me before the Goddess. You broke it."

"I needed an heir!" he roared, slamming his hand on the dashboard. "And you couldn't give me one!"

The car went silent.

My hand hovered over my stomach. I gave you the greatest heir you could ever dream of, I thought. And you threw us away.

Suddenly, a notification popped up on the car's dashboard screen. Darwin's phone was connected via Bluetooth.

Message from Elyssa: Don't listen to the barren bitch, Alpha. Our pup is kicking. He knows his daddy is strong.

It was a lie. At six weeks, a pup doesn't kick. But Darwin didn't care about biology. He cared about his ego.

He smiled at the text, his anger vanishing. He reached over and squeezed Elyssa's hand.

I felt my inner wolf curl into a tight ball in the darkest corner of my mind. She stopped growling. She stopped fighting. She just began to weep.

She was preparing to die.

But I wasn't.

Let them have their fantasy, I thought, watching the passing trees. Because tonight, I'm taking everything away from them.

"Darwin," I said softly. "Drop me off at the lake house. I want to collect some of my things before... before we discuss the future."

"Fine," Darwin said, relieved that I seemed to be accepting defeat. "I'll meet you there later. We need to talk about the separation agreement."

"Yes," I whispered. "We do."

I wasn't going to the lake house to talk. I was going there to end this. One way or another.

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