Claimed By The War God: The Wolfless Luna's Second Chance

Chapter 3

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ca Kell

d touched my skin, I twisted my

red dress by an inch, splashing across th

, so she lost her balance entirely. She let out a shrill scream

d my right foot and stomped hard on her bac

quid soaked her neat white weddi

d hair, and yanked her head back so everyon

flatly. "You dare pull

ca! Let

He let out a deafening Alpha r

Omega servants dropped to their knees, hands clamped over their ears

rvants to ransack your Luna's courtyard. Now your concubine tries to scar me

ound us started muttering, staring at the s

. He drew his ruby-hilted silver sword full

l cut your head

s. The silver blade sliced the a

f forever. Ten feet away, the cold aura of the blade made my lungs ache and my skin prickle. I rele

of my neck. Wind from the swing blew l

ut from the shadowed pil

ating aura froze the air, forcing every werewolf in

k moved between me and Curtiss like a dark bo

rp metallic ring ech

e deadly silver blade was trapped tight between t

ved from cold granite. It was Jerrell Hatfield, undefeated Gamma General

both hands and pulled with all his Alpha strength

ses present," Jerrell said in a low gravelly rumble that v

urtiss shouted, his voice shaking with fear

arm tensed under the black sleeve,

sword whined and s

efinger. Blood sprayed. He stumbled seven or eight steps back,

ng a royal silver sword with just f

tip onto the floor and turned.

A strange hot burn bloomed deep in my chest

e few tea drops on my red skirt. A faint li

traightened my back and met

intervening, General." My tone sta

stepped half a pace aside. He gave the scene b

l from my bodice, and walked toward Curtiss. He lay o

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Claimed By The War God: The Wolfless Luna's Second Chance

Qiang Weiwei Werewolf

“I woke up on the freezing wooden planks of a ruined courtyard, memories flooding my brain like ice water. I was no longer a modern special forces agent, but Francesca Kelley, the disgraced, wolfless wife of a Pack Alpha. Before I could even process my new reality, the rotting door was kicked open. My husband's armed guards had come to throw me out into the deadly blizzard. My husband, Curtiss, was holding a grand Bonding Ceremony with his mistress in the main hall right at that moment. They were tearing down my freezing shack just to build a greenhouse for his new Luna. The original owner of this body had literally starved to death in the cold, begging for his love, only to be treated like rotting garbage. When my only loyal maid fell to her knees to beg for my life, they slapped her so hard her lip split open. I looked down at my pale, trembling hands. In this world, a werewolf without an inner wolf was considered lower than dirt, meant to be humiliated and discarded without a second thought. They all assumed I was still the same cowardly punching bag who would cry and accept my fate. "Francesca, pack your rags and get out!" I sneered, twisting my waist and slamming the arrogant servant spine-first into the floorboards. I wasn't going to die in the snow. I was going to crash that wedding, publicly reject the Alpha, and take back every single gold coin of my dowry.”