The Billionaire Embrace

His Discarded Luna, the Rival's Obsession

Lila

"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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The key trembled in Hollis's hand.

It took three tries before it finally slid into the lock. The heavy oak door of the Buchanan mansion swung inward, spilling golden light onto the porch.

She stumbled across the threshold, her body a wreck of trembling limbs. A man's white dress shirt, far too large for her, was the only thing she wore. Its hem barely grazed her upper thighs, and the collar carried the unfamiliar, sharp scent of tobacco.

The living room was brightly lit.

Her stepmother, Beverley, and stepsister, Kyla, were seated on the velvet sofa. They looked as if they had been waiting for her.

Kyla's lips twitched, a flicker of triumph she couldn't quite hide as she took in Hollis's disheveled state.

Beverley set her porcelain teacup down on its saucer. The sharp clink echoed in the silent room. Her eyes, cold and sharp as splintered glass, raked over Hollis's body.

"Look who's finally home."

Her voice was smooth, but laced with ice. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming back tonight."

Kyla rose from the sofa, her face a mask of false concern. She moved toward Hollis, reaching out as if to help.

"Hollis, what happened to you? That shirt... Aris will be so upset."

The mention of her fiancé's name was a deliberate twist of the knife.

Hollis flinched away from Kyla's touch, a wave of nausea rolling through her. The dull ache in her body and the fractured, nightmarish images in her head made her stomach churn. She braced herself against the wall of the foyer, fighting to stay upright.

Her gaze locked onto Beverley.

A bitter laugh escaped her raw throat. "My drink," she rasped, her voice hoarse with hatred. "You tampered with my drink, didn't you?"

A flash of panic crossed Beverley's perfectly made-up face before it was replaced by practiced indignation. She elegantly crossed her legs.

"Hollis, what nonsense are you talking about? I think you partied a little too hard and your brain has gone to mush."

Kyla chimed in, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. "Sister, how can you say that about Mom? She was just worried you'd drink too much and embarrass yourself at the party."

Hollis ignored Kyla. Her eyes remained fixed on Beverley, a predator stalking its prey. She pushed herself off the wall and took a shaky step forward.

"Worried about me? Was sending me to an old man's bed also for my own good?"

The accusation hung in the air, thick and poisonous. Beverley's composure finally cracked. Her eyes darted away for a second, a telltale sign of her guilt.

She raised her voice to cover her unease. "If you say one more slanderous word, I swear I will tell your father!"

Just then, a phone vibrated violently on the coffee table. The screen lit up, displaying the caller ID: Clay Thorne.

Beverley's face went white.

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