The Defiant Ex-Luna's Hidden Royal Pup

Chapter 6

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Damien's scent-a suffocating, violent clash of cedar and crackling storm-battered against m

lamped around my bicep. His grip was a vice of pure muscle, threatening to snap the bone. He sho

His voice vibrated with the monstrous, guttural timbre o

duffel bag, his eyes burning

hed in a sudden, blinding surge of adrenaline. I didn't think. I just

before me was worth the pain. Damien's head snapped to the side. For a split second, the great Alpha o

rage. His chest heaved, and I could feel the Alpha's Comm

my encrypted phone from my pocket, tapp

mer pulsed on th

completely devoid of the fear he thrived on. "In ninety seconds, if I don't enter my passc

en, his jaw clenching so hard I

ified record of every time you broke Pack law by assaulting your Luna," I continued, the words slicing th

a battered against me, demanding I submit, but the digital lock I had built was somethin

t, the words tasting lik

nds before typing the passcode. The screen

ot touch me. You will not speak to me. You will keep your whore out of this building." I adjusted the strap of my bag, my voice d

t the door, glancing back at the towering Alpha standing paralyzed in

gilded cag

the night, but as I sank onto the edge of the bed, a cold dread settled in my stomach. Damien's pride was a dangerous thing. He couldn't touch me himself without

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“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.”