His Discarded Luna, the Rival's Obsession

"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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"We're here to escort you home, Miss Morgan."

Fernanda Morgan surveyed the men in crisply tailored suits who stood before her.

"Your parents have been tirelessly searching for you over the years. Upon discovering your whereabouts, they promptly dispatched us to ensure your return," the man who appeared to be a butler announced, his smile radiating warmth. "Moreover, the Harper family is keenly anticipating your return. You are to be engaged to Mr. Harper once you return!"

"Alright then. Let's go," Fernanda agreed with a slight nod.

She collected her already-packed belongings and stepped into the vehicle.

The journey from the small town of Zhota to Esaham was a long one, spanning at least two days by car.

As dusk enveloped the sky, they pulled into another small town. The butler located a modestly appealing motel and proposed they stay overnight.

Fernanda's accommodation was at the far end of the second-floor hallway, Room 201—arguably the best room available. The butler and the rest of their group opted to stay on the lower floor.

The night was unusually warm and dry, rendering the room's aging air conditioner useless. Fernanda opened the window to invite a cool breeze, causing the curtains to dance gently in the evening air.

Fresh from her shower, she dimmed the lights and crawled into bed for the night.

Drifting into a light sleep, she was jolted awake by a disturbance outside.

A subsequent noise at the window snapped her to full alert. As she bolted upright, a shadowy figure burst through, launching itself onto her bed.

The freezing touch of a blade hovered at her neck as a low, threatening voice growled, "Don't you dare move."

Immobile, Fernanda's body clenched in fear.

The faint, iron tang of blood lingered on the man's sleeve—a grim reminder of his dangerousness. This unmistakable hint solidified the fact: this man was no one to mess with.

Outside, the commotion intensified. Shortly after, a forceful knock resonated at the door. A coarse voice demanded, "Is anyone there? Open up now!"

As the voice still echoed, the knife at Fernanda's neck dug in slightly deeper.

The man's voice dripped with malice as he warned, "Get rid of them, or you're as good as dead."

His right arm ensnared her waist, his left hand unwavering with the knife at her throat.

Through his firm grip and calculated movements, Fernanda realized he was deadly serious.

Cornered, she knew she had to play along for the time being.

"Sure." With a soft, steady voice, Fernanda reassured him. "It'll all be okay."

With no answer from inside, the outsiders used a master key to unlock the door and stormed in.

At the sound, the man jerked Fernanda's baggy T-shirt, pulling her down onto his lap and encircling her with his arm, forcing her to straddle him as he shifted position.

Right then, the door flung open, and a stark beam of flashlight flooded the room.

Fernanda let out a panicked scream, quickly bending over the man to obscure him from view.

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