I Rejected My Ruthless Alpha, Now He Begs for Me Back

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me, the silence of the apartment pressing in

the dinner I had thrown away only hours earlier. His casual cr

te cat emerged from the temporary shelter by the

chest. Dorian's threat echoed in my ears, and my arms tightened aroun

I couldn't chase him away, but I couldn't bear to imag

tling me. It was an

lite, but cold, female voice spo

I con

e Estate. The former Luna, Mrs. Genevieve Ca

request. It

, Genevieve, had never made a

n't refuse. "I

. I changed into a simple dress, my hands moving auto

cat, now curled up inside his shelter and sleeping pea

The main house rose above the surrounding grounds, an imposing

e was suffocating. Servants averted their eyes, their

e had later assigned her to our household, supposedly to help me manage the residence. In reality, Martha remained completely loyal to her former mistress. She treated me like an

hat morning. As Martha led me down a long hall, I o

Alpha accepted her, an Om

's the fut

e Carlisle Pack as a child. After my parents died, the Pack's Matriarch-an old friend of my family-had taken me in. But no one here h

topped. "The Madam is waiting for you," she

ath and pushed th

its elegance. Genevieve Carlisle sat on a velvet sofa, poised and perfect. Her hair was styled

ead, she tossed a file onto th

voice as cold as her son's. "This is

It was a formal complaint report

that I was unfit to become Luna-that I neglected my Pack duties, lacked disciplin

enevieve, my con

how to manage her staff. She commands their respect, sh

t even control a single maid, Celeste. How do you expec

ood. This wasn't a

bout att