The Rise of the Betrayed Billionaires Ex Wife

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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Isla's POV:

The fluorescent lights above me buzzed faintly as I stared at Dr. Morrison's mouth, watching his lips move but not really hearing the words.

"...congratulations, Mrs. Hartley...six weeks along...the baby is healthy..."

Six weeks.

The words finally broke through the fog in my mind, settling in my chest like something both heavy and weightless at the same time.

I blinked slowly, my hands gripping the edge of the plastic chair. My palms were sweating. The room felt too bright, too small, and suddenly too real.

Pregnant. I was pregnant.

After three years of trying. Three years of negative tests and doctor appointments and Declan's mother calling me barren at every family dinner. Three years of feeling broken and incomplete.

My hand moved to my stomach, which was flat and unchanged, but somehow different now.

Dr. Morrison kept talking, saying something about prenatal vitamins and follow-up appointments and avoiding stress.

I nodded. I didn't know what I was agreeing to. I just needed a moment to process this. To understand that after all this time, I was finally going to be a mother.

Maybe this would change things. Maybe Declan would finally look at me the way he used to, before the wedding, before the disappointment set in. Maybe his mother would stop with the cruel comments. Maybe we could be a real family.

When Dr. Morrison finally finished, I stood up on shaky legs and signed a quick "thank you." He gave me a warm smile and handed me a folder of information before opening the door for me.

The hospital hallway stretched out before me, endless and sterile. My vision blurred at the edges, but this time it was definitely tears.

Happy tears, I told myself. These were supposed to be happy tears.

I walked forward, one foot in front of the other, clutching the pregnancy results against my chest like a shield. How was I supposed to go home and tell Declan? Should I make it special? Should I just show him the paper?

My mind spun with possibilities, with hope I hadn't let myself feel in so long.

My foot caught on something-maybe the edge of a floor mat, maybe nothing-and I stumbled forward.

Strong hands caught me by the waist before I could hit the ground.

My head snapped up.

Dark, intense eyes stared down at me, framed by a face that could've been carved from stone. The man holding me was tall, dressed in an expensive black coat, and he smelled faintly of cedar and something else I couldn't place.

For a moment, we just looked at each other.

His grip on my waist was firm but not rough. It was steady and secure, like he had no intention of letting me fall.

Something flickered in his expression, but it was gone before I could read it.

This man looked so out of this world.

Is he an actor? A model? I can't tell.

"Are you alright?" His voice was deep and controlled. His brow furrowed out of concern.

I nodded quickly, suddenly aware of how close we were, of the warmth of his hands through my thin sweater, and the papers still pressed against my chest.

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