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Unwanted By The Alpha, Destined For The Wraith

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For three years, I was the dutiful, wolfless Luna of the Stone Pack. My family's immense wealth funded my Alpha mate's entire empire, keeping his pack from ruin. But today, Angelo brought a human judge's daughter into our bedroom. "I am taking Cecelia as my chosen mate," he declared. He expected me to step aside, quietly manage their finances, and accept his mistress as a "sister." When I refused, his family mocked me as a defective burden. They thought because I had no inner wolf, I was powerless. They had already embezzled my dying mother's blood money to court his human fling, and now Angelo threatened to starve my younger siblings if I didn't submit. They wanted to keep me as a captive ATM while parading the new Luna. He thought an Alpha's command would crush me. He forgot that he built his entire title on the sacred Blood Oath he swore to my dying mother. How could he be so arrogant to bite the very hand that kept his pathetic pack alive? They thought they had drained my well, completely blind to the fact that I controlled the roots. Since he had been too disgusted to ever Mark me, our bond was useless. I calmly locked down every cent of my trust fund, leaving his pack utterly bankrupt and drowning in debt. Then, I took my mother's ancient token straight to the apex predator of the North—the Lycan King, Damien Blackwood. I wasn't just walking away. I was declaring war.

Unwanted By The Alpha, Destined For The Wraith Chapter 1

Alessandra POV

The Luna's suite was supposed to be my sanctuary. The heavy oak four-poster bed, carved with the Stone Pack's wolf totems, and the ancient moon-phase tapestries on the walls were symbols of a sacred bond. But right now, the air in my bedroom was suffocating.

My natural scent—winter frost and night-blooming jasmine—was being violently smothered. Angelo’s mundane musk and sweat reeked of nervous arrogance, but it was the cloying, synthetic stench of rose and vanilla perfume that made my stomach turn.

It belonged to Cecelia Preston, the human judge's daughter standing entirely too close to my mate.

"It’s for the future and legitimacy of the Stone Pack in the human world, Alessandra," Alpha Angelo Stone declared, his chest puffed out as if he were delivering a heroic speech rather than shattering our mate-bond. "I am taking Cecelia as my chosen mate. Alpha King Antonio Blackwood has already given his blessing to our new alliance."

Cecelia stepped forward, her manicured hand resting possessively on Angelo’s bicep. She looked at me with wide, feigned innocence. "You don't have to leave, Andra. Angelo told me how... difficult it is for you, being wolfless. We can share him. We can be like sisters."

A heavy, suffocating silence dropped over the room. By the door, Angelo’s siblings—Kandi, Geno, and Boone—exchanged amused smirks, waiting for the wolfless Luna to break down and cry.

I didn't have an inner wolf to bare her fangs or unleash a possessive roar. I couldn't shift into a massive dire wolf and tear this human intruder's throat out. But deep within my veins, the dormant, ancient blood of the White Wolf awakened. The exhaustion of the past three years evaporated, replaced by a glacial, terrifying calm.

"Sisters?" I repeated, my voice dropping the temperature in the room. I met Cecelia’s gaze, letting her see the absolute void in my eyes. "In the werewolf world, an Alpha's mate is absolute. You wouldn't be a sister, Cecelia. You would be nothing more than a human pet."

Cecelia gasped, shrinking behind Angelo.

"Watch your mouth, Alessandra!" Angelo snarled, his Alpha aura flaring, trying to force me into submission. But an Alpha's command only works on wolves. To me, it was just hot air. "You are a wolfless waste! The only thing you ever brought to this pack was coin. You will accept this arrangement, or you will have nothing!"

"Coin?" I took a slow, deliberate step toward him. "My *coin* built the titanium reinforced walls that protect your borders. My Silvermoon inheritance pays for Kandi’s designer wardrobe, Geno’s pathetic gambling debts, and Boone’s fleet of sports cars."

I glanced at the doorway. The smirks vanished from his siblings' faces, instantly replaced by a sickly, pale dread.

I turned my attention back to my so-called mate. "And let's not forget the Blood Oath, Angelo. The oath you swore to my dying mother, Sofia Vance, under the Moon Goddess's gaze. You swore to protect her White Wolf bloodline. You built your entire Alpha title on the foundation of my wealth and her sacrifice."

Angelo’s jaw tightened. His scent spiked with sour guilt, but his pride refused to yield. "An oath to a dead woman means nothing against the decree of the Alpha King. Antonio's word is absolute law."

He thought he had won. He thought the name of an aging King was enough to crush a wolfless girl.

I tilted my head, a cold, razor-sharp smile touching my lips. "Antonio’s blessing is built on the lies you fed him, Angelo. You painted yourself as a powerful Alpha, hiding the fact that your pack is entirely bankrolled by my dowry."

I took one final step, closing the distance until I could see the slight tremor in his pupils. I lowered my voice to a deadly, barely audible whisper.

"I wonder what would happen if the true power in the North heard the *truth* about your little empire. What would happen if I bypassed Antonio entirely... and took my ledgers to *The Wraith*?"

The name hung in the air like a death sentence. *Damien Blackwood.* The Lycan. The apex predator who viewed weakness and dishonor as a personal insult.

Angelo’s arrogance shattered into a million pieces. The blood drained from his face so fast he looked like a corpse. Pure, primal terror—the kind of fear that only a Lycan could instill in a lesser wolf—seized him. His scent turned rancid with panic.

By the door, Kandi let out a choked gasp, and Boone instinctively took a step backward, as if the Lycan himself were about to step out of the shadows.

The room fell into a dead, breathless silence. Angelo stared at me, his chest heaving, realizing too late that the wolfless girl he tried to discard was holding the match to his entire world.

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