JUST BEST FRIENDS

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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"I am starving, Len."

Alex didn't know when the words slipped out, but they hung in the air between them, heavy with a meaning that had nothing to do with food.

Lena was doing something to him tonight. Something dangerous.

For the fifteenth time, she narrated how she'd tackled the intruder to the floor, her voice loud and excited as she paced her cramped living room.

Alex had stopped listening before she even finished the first telling. His attention had snagged on the way her tiny booty shorts clung to her curvy hips, the skin-tight crop top that stopped just beneath her breasts and rode up to expose her bare midriff, the movement of her full lips as she spoke, hitting him with a hunger he couldn't shake.

"Then I just grabbed the lamp and told him if he moved, I'd bash his brains in!"

Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, glasses perched on her nose as she demonstrated some questionable karate move, punching the air with theatrical ferocity.

The way her hips swayed as she paced made blood rush faster through Alex's veins. He shifted on her worn sofa, trying to focus on anything but the movement of her body, strategically positioning a throw pillow across his lap.

"Alex? Are you even listening to me?"

She stopped mid-stride, hands planted on those hips, head tilted in that way that usually made him smile.

"Yeah, of course. Lamp, brains, real badass…" He cleared his throat. "You're killing me here."

Why was this happening? Was he only just noticing how attractive his best friend was after nearly ten years of friendship?

He'd seen Lena in bikinis countless times. Hell, he'd even helped her with that swimwear photoshoot last summer, holding the reflector while she posed in bikinis. Not once had he felt this magnetic attraction that made it hard to breathe.

Maybe it was the way her breasts pressed together in that crop top.

Or how the apartment's warm lighting caught on her smooth thighs when she moved.

Or maybe he was just sex-starved and reacting to any attractive woman in proximity.

But this was Lena. His best friend.

He'd dropped everything when she panic-called at 10:45 PM. It was past midnight now, and he sat in her cluttered one-bedroom apartment, fighting inappropriate thoughts that made guilt coil in his stomach.

"You said you were hungry, right? I could make those nachos you like, or pasta-" Lena was already heading toward her kitchen.

Alex's gaze followed the curve of her ass, the way those shorts pushed them up perfectly and gave them more volume.

The intrusive thought hit him hard: bending her over that counter, painting those thick thighs with his—

He stopped himself, horrified.

Was Lena doing this on purpose? Did she know the effect she was having? Because she was definitely swaying her hips more than usual.

But when their eyes met as she pulled open a cabinet, she seemed completely oblivious to the fact that her every movement was seducing him.

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