His Rejected Luna: The Lycan King's Vengeful Mate

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but Mr. Black's appointmen

to acknowledge. I glanced at the sleek watch on my wrist. Thirt

I said, my voice sm

rth American Inter-Pack Alliance Registry Hall was designed to be imposing, with its marble columns and vaulte

o register their sacred vows before the high clerks. The air

ng pity. "If Alpha Black does not present himself within the hour, your sch

d smoothly, keeping my chin level and my hands

n, cold knot in my gut. I reached out with my senses, filtering through the humid cocktail of cheap aftershaves, dry champagne, and an

th

led it out, expecting Gabe's hasty excuse. Inste

private corridor. See wha

my wolf stirred beneath my ribs,

gh the frosted

the recycled air. Cherry blossoms. Cloying, a

il

ailee was supposed to be waiting at the rece

by half an inch. I approached without a

voice drifted through the gap, followed by a soft, mocking laugh. "She thinks she hid

the pack. Once the binding rite is sealed today, the Beaumont family trust defaults to marital guardianship. Her assets, her corporate po

rred. The rustle of e

estate to manage our domestic ledgers.

Beaumont trust-my late mother's sole legacy. And Aura-the anonymous, multimillion-dollar high

I reached into my pocket, tapped my phone screen, a

y heel and kicke

against the interior st

ilored suit jacket half-unbuttoned. Hailee shrieked softly, tumbling

oss his rugged features before hardening in

lumn of steel, my phone held loosely at my s

egister that cut through Gabe's rising pheromones. "And I find you plotting grand larceny with

dri, please... don't be cruel. We didn't plan this. The mate bond... it snapped in

omous laugh. "Is that what you call hunt

attered, his posture shifted. The predatory, domineering aura of an A

performance. You were always too rigid, Audriana. Too calculating. A true Luna nurtur

ss into deficits," I fired back, not yielding an inch

y. The humiliation of being

invoking the ancient rites of severance, "formally reject y

like an anvil dro

care about logic. A white-hot blade of agony cleaved through my sternum. Every nerve ending flared in screa

mouth. I dug my manicured nails into m

od-slick teeth, locking my gaze directly ont

n

ence. The ambient pain settled into a dull, hollow thrum

the phone, and looked at them both

scraps," I

my footsteps rhythmic, measured, a

e secluded northern exit archway. I caught myself against

ne murmured from the shadows of the alcove.

d snap

llway, his features carved from aristocratic marble. But it was his scent that paralyzed me: ancient cedar, black pine, and the gl

a heavy, matte-black car

" he said softly, his dark eyes burning

ossed in silver were thre

ackward into the twilight shadows,

orate suite at the edge of the financial district.

tion desk, my executive

ed a steaming mug of black chamomile tea on my glass

conference," Maya said, her voi

n of the mug. In an empire of wolves waiting to strip

gs, Maya," I said, my vo