His Rejected Luna: The Lycan King's Vengeful Mate

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tor of global commerce, yet his idea of subtle generosity had the finesse of a sledgehammer. He knew Desmond h

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ked shipping receipt across my desk. It was dated six months ago, stamped by the Zurich Fine Arts Auction House, transferri

iled in the old Sullivan logistics folder. The routing

My inner wolf snapped awake, assessing the threat, calculating

to a posture of complete submission. "I swear on my blood, Audriana! I swear to the Moon

ched across the desk, took the receipt, and fed it into the personal cross-c

ing, Maya," I

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vault is shielded behind three layers of quantum-encrypted Swiss tru

k, my office door swun

aped over her shoulders, her face painted with a toxic mix

smirk. "I had to come see for myself. When your father told me you'd run off to play secretary at

ight nod, and she slipped out, p

rivate property, Dagny," I said, my voice

nd on the glass. As she moved, her coat sleeve slid back, revealing a vintage platinum bracel

roat. My knuckles turned bon

the day she died in that suspicious car crash on the mountain pass ten yea

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it to me this morning. He said since Hailee is marrying into the Blackwater council, our branch should

by blood inheritance," I sa

ke free. A suffocating, ancient dominance rolled out of me-the dorma

a fleeting second, she saw something terrifying in my eyes-not the quiet, dutiful daughter who kept her head down,

g her sleeve down to cover the emeralds. "Desmond holds the key

stepmother. My voice dropped into a dark, intimate whisper that chilled her to the bone. "I know my mother's brakes didn't fail b

Raw, unadulterated panic

t," I whispered, "before I have building sec

nd fled, her heels clicking frantically acros

hest heaving, the phantom scent of crushed pine

ance. It was about blood. And I wou