SUPREME GHOST WEREWOLF

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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Prince Arnold sat cross-legged on the largest ice boulder, deep within the Snow Cave. His eyes were tightly shut, with both hands placed in front of his chest, channeling spiritual energy to restore his strength and heal his body.

The more energy flowed through the prince's veins, the more he was required to focus.

Thud...

A sound echoed as something hit the ground. Prince Arnold heard it, but he needed to remain focused on his meditation.

Boom...

A deafening explosion roared from outside, putting his concentration to the test. Unfortunately, Arnold's focus shattered. The noise had distracted him.

He furrowed his brow as beads of sweat began to form, dripping down his face. Prince Arland's sweet, youthful face grew even paler. His golden-yellow skin turned ashen as the flow of energy through his body was disrupted.

"Damn intruder," a furious shout from the prince echoed throughout the snow cave.

Blegh!

Suddenly, the prince spat out fresh blood, staining the snow-covered floor with his crimson blood. After being unconscious for a few hours, he finally regained consciousness.

"Who dares disturb me?" he muttered, trying to stand up and leave the cave, determined to kill whoever had disrupted him.

Of all the distractions that had interfered with Prince Arlond's meditation, this was the first time he had failed to maintain his concentration.

Arnold stormed out of the cave, his expression full of rage, ready to kill anyone in his path.

"Perfect," he muttered after stepping outside, but there was no sign of anyone-only a white wolf lying weakly under a tree. Part of the wolf's body was covered in snow, and it seemed to have resigned itself to its fate.

"What happened to that wolf?" Arnold approached it. As he drew closer, the white wolf became more visible, lying in the snow, weak and wounded.

"Poor wolf," Arnold muttered as he picked up the wolf and carried it back to the cave to heal it.

"What happened to you for your body to end up like this? Don't worry, wolf, I'll heal you," Arlond said, beginning to channel his magic into the sleeping white wolf before him. He could only transfer half of his magic, as his own condition was not yet fully recovered.

"Rest for now," I said as I returned to the large boulder to meditate. I closed my eyes, focusing again to restore my strength and heal my body.

The wolf I had helped was slowly healing, though not yet fully recovered or conscious. But what could have caused the wolf to be wounded so severely?

I closed my eyes and began chanting incantations. I refocused, aligning my mind and body. I could feel the vibrations of energy flowing back into my body. It was as if my body had become one with the ice boulder I was sitting on.

I felt the energy flow through me, making my body feel better and slightly lighter.

"Huff," I exhaled deeply, the cold air filling my lungs as the energy coursed through me. It wasn't just blood flowing through my veins, but a powerful force pulsing in every vessel, nourishing every cell in my body.

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