Sold To The Lycan King Little Mate

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Huo Wuer

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten.

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CHAPTER ONE:

The whole room was as silent as a graveyard, save for the loud beatings of my heart, thumping loudly in my chest. My body was frozen, my knees glued to the floor, with my eyes fixed on the elder who was about to place the crown on my head.

"Summer, get up on your feet now before I come and pull you up myself!" Alan's voice boomed as he made his way toward me.

Not only had Alan stormed into the throne room to disrupt the coronation, but he had also begun to make a scene. "Do you really think that someone like you would ever become the Luna?!" Alan shot at me.

"What.... what is the meaning of this, Alan?" I spun my head around with a confused expression on my face to address my future mate.

"I said get up from there, Summer!" Alan yelled out again before coming to yank me up to my feet.

The look of confusion on my face intensified as I stared at Alan with disbelief. "We all know what you really are, Summer, I don't even know why I thought someone like you would be my mate...."

"What...what are you talking about?" I stuttered heavily as I spoke.

"Don't even try to pretend...and thereby I'm going to use this opportunity to announce who my mate is to everyone," Alan said with a smirk on his face.

I opened my mouth to say something, but then hesitated and just let my jaw hang down loosely.

"Come on out here, Davina!" Alan shouted, his hand gestured toward the door, but his eyes were fixated on me, and I continued to shiver like a leaf in winter.

The door flung open, and Davina, my step-sister, along with some elders, made their way into the throne room. "Come on here, my love." Alan smiled genuinely at her.

I felt like a hand had gripped my throat and was constricting the airflow from it when Alan kissed Davina on the lips in front of me.

"Everyone, this is my mate, and the one whom I'll get married to," Alan announced, his hands wrapped in a loving embrace around Davina's waist.

I felt my heart sink into my stomach as tears began to form in the corner of my eye. The so-called elders that had walked in with Davina began to make their way toward me.

"Summer, you are hereby stripped of your position of becoming the Luna of this pack." Their leader spoke up and reached for the crown to take it from the elder who was still holding on to it.

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