Unfazed

His Discarded Luna, the Rival's Obsession

Lila

"No wolf. No family. Harmless. Useful. The second I am done with her, the Luna title is yours." Eira Crawford heard those words through her husband's office door. For four years, she had been Sebastian Vale's hidden mate. She managed his household, entertained his relatives, cleaned up his messes, and lived on the three thousand dollars he gave her each month like charity. Even buying a new coat required an explanation. But for his first love, he casually prepared three hundred thousand dollars in research funding. To Sebastian, Eira was nothing more than a wolfless Omega from an orphanage. A quiet, obedient wife with no pack, no power, and no value beyond being useful. He had never introduced her publicly as his Luna. His family treated her like a servant. His sweetheart mocked her as a woman who could only survive by clinging to an Alpha. So Eira stopped crying. She recorded the affair, filed for mate dissolution, and placed the divorce papers in front of Sebastian. Even then, he thought she was throwing a tantrum. He signed without hesitation, certain she would come crawling back once she realized no one else would want a discarded, wolfless Omega. He was wrong. The woman he left at home washing dishes was a Stanford-trained electrical engineer. The "useless" wife he ignored was the hidden chief engineer behind a national self-developed chip project. Her movements were classified. Her disappearance could alert the federal authorities. Her name, once revealed, was enough to shake the entire scientific community. And Sebastian knew nothing. After walking out of his house with nothing but her freedom, Eira crossed paths with Killian Sterling, the coldest and most powerful Alpha in the north. He did not know her name yet, but his wolf recognized something in her that everyone else had missed. Meanwhile, Sebastian finally realized that Eira was not bluffing. He searched the entire city like a madman. For the first time in four years, he publicly called her his wife. He demanded she return. He begged for another chance. But by then, Eira was no longer waiting in his house. She was seated at the Sterling Pack's dinner table, dressed with quiet confidence, while the most feared Alpha in North America stood beside her. In front of everyone, Killian Sterling placed his hand at her back and said coldly, "Eira is not anyone's discarded Omega." "She is my Luna."

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The night was decorated with beautiful lights. As neon lights flashed over the streets, everyone would look up at one of the most famous club in A City.

It was the Royal Club--the prime place to throw money around.

It was like a huge black hole, sucking out people's pockets while emitting nothing but extravagance.

"Miss, we're here."

Hearing the driver's words, Nancy Cheng woke up from her slumber.

She ignored the driver's lustful gaze as she handed out a two-dimensional code. Without another word, she got off.

"Didn't expect you to be a prostitute here."

She didn't pay attention to the driver's murmurs.

At the moment, her mind was already swimming with thoughts on how to pay her mother's medical fees.

Looking up at the huge signboard of the Royal Club, Nancy Cheng took a deep breath before stepping in with a smile.

If God was real, then she hoped that He was there for her.

"What took you so long?" The club manager raced over and pointed a finger at her nose. He scrunched up his face. "You're late...again. Do you want to quit this job? If it's not for Austin... Whatever... Just go and change before you ruin our reputation any further than you already have."

Nancy Cheng could only nod apologetically. Without another word, she weaseled her way into the clothing area while he was still complaining of her lack of 'class'.

"This club may be high-class, but his words were as similar to a street rat's."

A delicate woman squeezed into the dressing room like a butterfly.

Hearing her familiar voice, Nancy Cheng waved her over. "Queenie, come and help me."

"You're always being bullied by him. Hell, he couldn't even be this mean with the girl that came from the countryside days ago." Queenie Lu shook her head, sneering as she zipped up her friend's dress.

"What would I do without you?" Nancy Cheng sighed in relief before raising up a paper bag for her to see. "Look, it's a cake from the coffee shop I work for during the day. I bought it just for you."

Queenie Lu laughed. "I've promised Allen to look after you. You're so lucky to have met a man as good as him--so handsome and rich," she sighed. "Will he pick you up tonight?"

"He's going to work overtime tonight. He might not be able to come."

Nancy Cheng knew that Mr. Chen, the club manager, only bullied her because she was just a pianist. She'd never be able to amount to anything. However, the 'princesses', whose jobs were to entertain the guests, were different. If they were to meet an important client, he wouldn't dare to mess with them.

That included Queenie Lu, one of his brightest flowers.

"Ready? It's already late. I'm warning all of you to do your best tonight. An important guest is coming, so mistakes will not be tolerated," he shouted, stretching his neck from the curtains.

Holding her skirt by her hands, Nancy walked out of the clothing area in small steps before sitting upright at the piano. Without another word, her slender fingers flew across the white and black keys.

She played Flight of the Bumblebee first, and the entire hall was filled with the flavors of springtime.

It was only in front of the piano did she really feel calm about it all.

'Distinguished guest.'

It was hard for anyone to get into a place like the Royal Club. Cars less than one million dollars couldn't even stop right in front of the gates, except of course a taxi, so Nancy couldn't help but be curious about who the distinguished guest was.

Every time Allen Qi drove his BMW 3 Series, he had to park it far away to avoid being embarrassed by the men in the bar.

'So how distinguished can this guest be?'

Nancy saw attendants lined up on both sides of the entrance as Mr. Chen fixed his tie.

Soon, a tall and thin figure appeared at the end of the hall, wearing a haute-couture suit from Giorgio Armani.

Since he was far away from her and the lights were dim, Nancy could only see the outline of his figure.

But she did recognize what clothes he had. It might have been a long time ago, but Nancy also came from a long line of luxuries.

"Welcome, Mr. Mu!"

Mr. Chen took the lead and bowed respectfully.

All the attendants of the Royal Club bowed and shouted in unison.

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