The Defiant Ex-Luna's Hidden Royal Pup

Chapter 5

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jagged ends of my hair framing a face that suddenly reme

lutching a plastic stick with two glaring pink lines. A foolish, desperate part of me had hoped a pup might tha

d there, overlooking Manhattan like a king surveying his conquered lands. I had wrapped my

as he slowly turned to face me. I could almost hear his in

nce. *I will never allow a wolfless Omega to breed a wolfless mistake. If you ever tried to trap me with a pregnancy, Ember, I would us

joke. Behind my back, my trembling fingers had snapped the plastic test in two. That was the day the submissive Luna died, and 'Faye'

ear was over. Kaia's trust fund was secure, the

tomb of wasted years. I stepped into the cavernous foyer, the white marble gleaming under the harsh recessed lighting. The he

erent, me looking small and terrified in a gown that cost more than my life. I swiped my finger across the screen,

or. Freedom was inches away. I rea

EEP-BEE

antic, piercing alarm. My blood turned to ice. S

le, the deadbolt clicked with a heavy, meta

lent, oppressive pheromones of an enraged Alpha. I knew instantly why he had returned so soon: the smart-home system must have alerted him the moment I deleted the wedding portrait, or perhaps h

d, the door clicking shut be

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The Defiant Ex-Luna's Hidden Royal Pup

Sumner Upsdell Werewolf

“I was the dedicated, "wolfless" Luna of the Blackwood Pack, bound to Alpha Damien for seven years. Just three days before our marriage contract expired, Damien burst into my clinic carrying his mistress, Allena. He used his Alpha Command to clear the room, humiliating me in front of my own medical staff. The ultrasound revealed Allena was suffering from internal bleeding due to their uncontrolled mating frenzy. Instead of feeling shame for his weakness, Damien shoved me brutally against a metal counter to protect her. He threw a $100,000 check at me to buy my silence, treating my broken soul like a cheap transaction. Later, when I refused to kneel and apologize to his mistress, he pushed me again, shattering my arm against a glass table. As my blood soaked the pristine white rug, he stood over me, demanding my absolute submission. He thought I was just a pathetic, weak Omega who would endure his cruelty forever because I had nothing else. He didn't know that five years ago, after he threatened to kill any pup I bore him, I secretly built a massive offshore empire. I calmly tied a tourniquet over my bleeding arm and wiped my blood right over his heart. "I am done with you." Then I liquidated his thirty-five-million-dollar penthouse assets and walked out into the night, ready to show him who the real monster was.”