Workplace Romance

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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'Ding**' the sound of the elevator as it opened to the eleventh floor of the Harvey's Builders Industry.

It was quite a unique sight, everything was so elegant, I could see my reflection on the floor, 'what is it made of? of course I wouldn't know, we barely had three square meals a day, poverty is a bitch.

I walked around in circles as I admired the outstanding structure of the building, when I touched the wall it was unique, it was smooth, cold, finger censored. "Wow."

"Beep beep beep." My alarm rang loudly, I brought my phone out of my bag. It was my 8am alarm.

I quickly dismissed the alarm as it stirred up loud noise. When I looked up at the receptionist by my left, I noticed her eyes glaring at me, probably looking at my skimpy red dress.

I didn't had time to change, as I came straight from the club. Quite frankly, I forgot I had an interview today. Thank God for my mother who has her eyes out for the salary. Quite big for an average educated girl like myself.

As I approached her, I walked in a most dejected posture, my eyes bent to the floor, as I crossed my hands over my exposed breast. When I looked at her, from the way she frowned her face, I know she wasn't buying my fake facial expression.

'Fuck who cares.' I glared back at her. For a moment there I forgot again what I had come to do, not until I heard her answered the phone.

"Yes Sir, the applicants are waiting Sir."

She was speaking to someone on the phone.

I was distracted looking around and admiring the workplace environment. 'This place was made for the rich.' The receptionist hall was five times bigger than my house. My attention was suddenly divided when I heard her on the phone.

"You are interviewing them yourself? Okay sir." She hung up.

I stared at her intensely, from the way the tone of her voice changed, I'm quite sure that it was someone a lot higher that wanted to interview the applicants. I became a bit frightened but I kept my posture intact.

"What do you want ma'am?" She asked glaring at me.

Her eyes were fixed on my breasts. She squinted her eyes looking at me with so much contempt.

'If she a receptionist could look at me like that, surely I have failed this interview.'

"I'm here for an interview." I said to her. She scoffed at me and then had a sly smile on her face.

All I wanted was to punch her. The nerves she had to give me such look. If we had met in another place other than here, she would gulp down her saliva at the sight of me.

No doubt I'm hot, I know that. Receiving compliments here and there had really boosted my confidence.

I used to feel inferior about myself not until I reached puberty. All my skimpy dresses hugged my curves so perfectly.

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