He Rejected Me for My Sis, Now I'm the Ruthless Alpha's Luna
I was born without a wolf.
To my pack, I was a disappointment.
To my father, I was a political pawn.
To my mate... I was never enough.
The day he rejected me for my own sister, my father arranged my marriage to the most feared Alpha on the continent.
**Zamir Vaughn.**
A ruthless Alpha whispered to have buried five mates—one by his own hands.
He made one thing clear.
*"This marriage is political. Don't expect anything from me."*
Perfect.
Because I had secrets of my own.
By day, I was the wolfless Luna everyone pitied.
By night, I was **The Wren**—the legendary healer every Alpha, king, and criminal network had spent years trying to find.
The last thing I needed was a husband who kept showing up wherever I was, asking questions he shouldn't, watching me a little too closely... and making me forget what betrayal felt like.
The attraction between us was instant. We fought it with every sharp word, every lingering glance, every excuse we could find. It didn't matter. Some fires refuse to burn out.
Then his wolf chose me.
Long before he did.
And suddenly, staying away from each other was no longer an option.
Now enemies are hunting me, my past is catching up with me, and the husband who never wanted a wife is willing to start a war to keep me.
The man who rejected me thought I had lost everything.
He never imagined I'd become the Luna every pack would fight to claim.
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Chapter: Chapter 9Short Hair Lady has a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.Funny how I'm finally getting a good look at her tall, fair skinned frame."Luna, I'm Samantha Caine." She says through her teeth, even though we both know she wants nothing more than to take a swing at me. "You look beautiful.""Thank you," I say pleasantly. "So do you."Her smile stays exactly where it is.The five women behind her are quieter — watchful, taking their cues, the social mathematics of a group that has a leader and knows it. One of them — younger, brown-eyed, with the uncertain expression of someone who hasn't fully committed to the dynamic yet — gives me a small, genuine smile when Samantha turns to organise the procession.Samantha walks beside me, guiding me through a corridor, a turn, and then double doors that Mrs. Pelham holds open as we approach. In the fifteen steps between the turn and the doors, Samantha manages the following: a comment about the dress — “Such a bold choice, green, very brave” — a quest
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Chapter: Chapter 8Audrey"Holy mother of—” I clamp a hand over my mouth, my heart trying to exit my chest through my ribs, as I stare at the man in my doorway who is currently pressing one large hand over his left eye."Oh—" I start forward. "I didn't — you can't just—""I'm fine," he says."You're not fine, you just took a—""I'm fine."He straightens, and takes his hand away from his eye. The eye in question is already angry — reddening at the outer edge, the specific bloom of a bruise that has made a decision and intends to follow through on it.“Yeesh!” My surgeon brain takes over completely and I cross the room and reach for his face.He steps back."I heard you talking," he says. His voice is even. The evenness costs him something. "I came to inform you of the bonding ceremony. This evening."I stare at him."The ceremony," I say. "Is this evening?""Yes.""And you came to tell me… at midnight?""Yes.""By opening my door without knocking?"A pause that contains a great deal of information follows
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Chapter: Chapter 7ZamirShe smells like green things.Not perfume. It's like flowers and earth but not a specific scent… it's faintly warm, the kind of thing you catch once and then your nose goes looking for it again without asking permission.‘Interesting,’ my wolf says, from wherever he sits when he's paying attention."Eyes on the road," I say, under my breath.‘I am not the one driving.’Audrey is in the passenger seat with the green dress folded across her lap and her gaze on the coastal road, and she has not attempted conversation once since we got in the car, which is — unusual.Every other woman tried to start some kind of conversation. She is sitting next to me, completely unbothered.‘She's not performing,’ my wolf observes.She's not. That is the thing. She is simply sitting there, looking out the window with those grey-green eyes, one hand resting open on her knee like she hasn't got a care in the world, which — given that she spent the afternoon in a holding room after knocking someone unc
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Chapter: Chapter 6AudreyThe holding room chair is not comfortable.The room is small. Concrete walls, one fluorescent light that flickers approximately every forty seconds in a way that suggests it has been doing this for years and nobody has fixed it because nobody spends enough time in here to find it intolerable. There is a table. There are two chairs. There is a door with a small reinforced window through which I have counted three different warriors peering at me in the last ten minutes with varying levels of professional composure.I cross my other leg and wait. The door opens soon after.The warrior who enters is broad-shouldered and sandy-haired, with the specific expression of someone who drew the short straw on an assignment and is determined to carry it out with dignity. He has a notepad. He clicks his pen twice before he sits down, which tells me he has done this before and has a process, which I respect.He looks at me. I look back."Name.""Audrey," I smile. "Calloway. Yours?"He writes
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Chapter: Chapter 5Audrey"Is that everything, ma'am?"The driver is standing at the boot of the car — black, expensive, sent from Ironhold without ceremony the way you'd send a van for furniture — and he is looking at the three terracotta pots I've just handed him with the expression of a man who was briefed on luggage and was not briefed on this."Carefully," I tell him. "The tall one is Napoleon. He tips."He adjusts his grip on Napoleon without comment. I appreciate that.The rest of my things are already loaded — two bags, a medical kit, my laptop case, and my mother's urn wrapped in the grey cashmere scarf I bought in Edinburgh two winters ago because it was the softest thing I'd ever touched and I decided I was allowed one expensive soft thing. I buckle the urn into the back seat first, then the cacti, arranged across the middle seat in the order they've always lived on my windowsill. Napoleon by the window. Julius in the centre. Cleopatra on the inside, nearest the urn, because she's the smalles
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Chapter: Chapter 4Zamir"How bad is the victim?"Jason drops into the chair across from my desk with the particular economy of movement he uses when the answer is going to take a while — one ankle crossing the opposite knee, forearms on the armrests."Stable," he says. "As of an hour ago. The surgical team at Ashveil General got to the haematoma before it herniated." He pauses. "Apparently the neurosurgeon on shift was exceptional. I'm told he should have a full recovery.""Good." I turn from the window. "And the hunters?""Three confirmed in the vehicle that hit our delta. One didn't survive the impact." Jason's jaw tightens briefly. "The other two scattered on foot. We have trackers on both trails.""And the infiltration point?""South perimeter. They came through the forestry access on Kellan Road — the section we flagged for reinforcement in March." His eyes meet mine. "The section that hasn't been reinforced yet.""Who's responsible for that timeline?""Colt submitted the contractor schedule. Ther
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