His Discarded Luna, the Rival's Obsession

"No wolf. No family. Harmless. Useful. The second I am done with her, the Luna title is yours." Eira Crawford heard those words through her husband's office door. For four years, she had been Sebastian Vale's hidden mate. She managed his household, entertained his relatives, cleaned up his messes, and lived on the three thousand dollars he gave her each month like charity. Even buying a new coat required an explanation. But for his first love, he casually prepared three hundred thousand dollars in research funding. To Sebastian, Eira was nothing more than a wolfless Omega from an orphanage. A quiet, obedient wife with no pack, no power, and no value beyond being useful. He had never introduced her publicly as his Luna. His family treated her like a servant. His sweetheart mocked her as a woman who could only survive by clinging to an Alpha. So Eira stopped crying. She recorded the affair, filed for mate dissolution, and placed the divorce papers in front of Sebastian. Even then, he thought she was throwing a tantrum. He signed without hesitation, certain she would come crawling back once she realized no one else would want a discarded, wolfless Omega. He was wrong. The woman he left at home washing dishes was a Stanford-trained electrical engineer. The "useless" wife he ignored was the hidden chief engineer behind a national self-developed chip project. Her movements were classified. Her disappearance could alert the federal authorities. Her name, once revealed, was enough to shake the entire scientific community. And Sebastian knew nothing. After walking out of his house with nothing but her freedom, Eira crossed paths with Killian Sterling, the coldest and most powerful Alpha in the north. He did not know her name yet, but his wolf recognized something in her that everyone else had missed. Meanwhile, Sebastian finally realized that Eira was not bluffing. He searched the entire city like a madman. For the first time in four years, he publicly called her his wife. He demanded she return. He begged for another chance. But by then, Eira was no longer waiting in his house. She was seated at the Sterling Pack's dinner table, dressed with quiet confidence, while the most feared Alpha in North America stood beside her. In front of everyone, Killian Sterling placed his hand at her back and said coldly, "Eira is not anyone's discarded Omega." "She is my Luna."

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For three years, I scrubbed tables as a "wolfless runt," hiding my identity as the Lycan King's daughter.

It was a test for my fiancé, Alpha Connor. I wanted to see if he loved the girl, or just the crown.

He failed spectacularly tonight.

His mistress, Jaden, deliberately knocked a tray of drinks onto me during the dinner rush.

The liquid wasn't alcohol. It was concentrated silver.

My flesh hissed and bubbled as the poison ate through my skin, blocking any ability to heal.

I fell to the floor, clutching my melting hand, while Jaden faked tears and claimed I attacked her.

When Connor finally answered the video call, he saw my mangled hand. He smelled the burning flesh. He knew it was silver.

But he didn't help me.

He looked at his watch, annoyed that I was interrupting his business meeting with investors.

"Apologize to Jaden," he ordered, using his Alpha Command to crush me into submission.

"On your knees. Now."

The pain was blinding, but the betrayal cut deeper. He was forcing his Fated Mate to bow to the woman who tried to maim her.

My knees bent under the pressure, but my Royal blood refused to break.

I looked straight into the camera lens.

"No," I whispered.

I reached into my apron, bypassing the notepad, and pulled out a black satellite phone I hadn't touched in years.

"Code Black," I said to the King on the other end. "Send the Guard."

Connor thought he was disciplining a waitress.

He didn't know he just declared war on the Royal Family.

Chapter 1

Blake POV:

The tray in my hands felt heavier than usual, but not because of the champagne glasses. It was the weight of the lie I was living.

I adjusted my collar, making sure the small, flesh-colored patch on my neck was secure. Three years. That was the deal I made with my father. To live as a commoner, to let my late-blooming wolf stabilize away from the political vipers at court, and-foolishly-to see if my Fated Mate loved the girl, not the crown.

To the world, and specifically to the Shadow Creek Pack, I was Blake, the wolfless runt. A defect. An Omega who hadn't shifted at eighteen.

In reality, my inner wolf was pacing in the back of my mind, scratching at the mental walls I had built. She was a White Wolf, a creature of legend and royalty, the daughter of the Lycan King. But here, in the Velvet Lounge, I was just a waitress wiping tables.

Don't embarrass me tonight, Blake. We have investors coming. The Redstone deal is critical.

The voice echoed in my head, sharp and intrusive. Connor Bishop, the Alpha of Shadow Creek and my fiancé, sounded more stressed than usual. He'd been obsessed with these new "foreign investors" for weeks, ignoring the warnings from the border patrols about increased Rogue activity.

I'm doing my job, Connor, I replied, keeping my mental tone submissive. I'm invisible.

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