REJECTED BY FATE, CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA KING
Nobody wants a rejected Omega—or so she has always been told. Cast aside by her fated mate, mocked by her pack, and scarred by betrayal, she hides behind her work as the healer, quietly mending others while her own heart bleeds. She never asked for destiny, never sought power. But fate is merciless.
When the Alpha King claims her, everything changes. Ruthless, feared, and untouchable, he binds her to him in a bond that is both salvation and curse. To belong to him means safety, but also danger beyond imagination, for enemies hunger for her downfall.
Her greatest wound comes from betrayal—her dearest friend stealing her scent and deceiving the Alpha into believing she is his fated mate. Stripped of her bond and dignity, cast aside once more, she suffers in chains and darkness. But pain shapes her into something new. She refuses to break.
The world calls her weak, unworthy, Omega. Yet buried within her is a gift tied to the moon itself, a power that could save or doom the realm. Every trial tempers her spirit, molding her into a Luna no one can ignore.
But love and power come with a price. The Alpha King’s devotion is possessive, consuming, and inescapable. To stand by him means surrendering everything—her freedom, her past, even her heart.
With war brewing and enemies rising, her destiny demands a choice: remain the broken girl once rejected, or rise as the Blessed Luna, feared and revered by all.
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Chapter: Chapter 150: Under the Moonlight Years had passed since that golden day when Crescent Fang had celebrated the dawn of a new era. Seasons had turned, storms had come and gone, and through it all, the pack had flourished under the guidance of Aria and Kaelen. The trees along the riverbank were taller now, their roots deeply entwined with the fertile earth, and the valleys echoed with the laughter and song of a pack that had grown stronger and closer with each passing year.The moon hung low and luminous over the Crescent Fang territory, casting silver light that rippled across the forest floor and the river’s gentle surface. Aria stood at the edge of a small clearing, her hair catching the moonlight like strands of spun silver. Her gown, simple yet elegant, flowed around her ankles as she breathed in the cool night air. The serenity of the moment wrapped around her like a comforting cloak, a stark contrast to the chaos and uncertainty that had once defined her early days as Luna.Kaelen approached silently, his footste
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Chapter: Chapter 149: A Golden Dawn The dawn broke over the Crescent Fang territory with a brilliance that seemed almost orchestrated by the heavens themselves. Light spilled over the dense forest canopy, painting the rolling hills and the tranquil river in hues of gold and rose. Aria stood on the edge of the ceremonial grounds, her hand resting lightly on the curve of her belly, feeling the subtle but undeniable stirrings of life growing inside her. She could still remember the moments from the night before—the coronation, the vows, Kaelen’s whispered promises that had dripped with a devotion so deep it made her heart ache. It was a night of transformation, not only for her but for the entire pack.The pack had been roused early, the first faint stirrings of excitement like a wave rolling through the community. Wolves of every rank, shape, and age emerged from their homes, their scents mingling in the crisp morning air. There was a sense of electricity, a pulse that thrummed beneath the surface, almost visible in the w
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Chapter: Chapter 148: The Future HeirThe moon still hung in the sky when Aria awoke, though its brightness had softened into a pearly haze, a lingering echo of the previous night’s ceremony. The chamber around her felt warm, filled with lazy shafts of early morning light that filtered through the sheer curtains. She lay tangled in silken sheets, her body humming with the memory of Kaelen’s touch, his vows, his fierce devotion. Every inch of her seemed alive—softened, warmed, treasured.Her fingers brushed the side of the bed where he should have been, but the space was empty. A faint laugh drifted from the balcony.She rose slowly, slipping on a loose white robe before stepping outside.Kaelen leaned against the stone railing, the first sunlight painting his bare torso in gold. His dark hair fell messily across his forehead, and when he saw her, his smile shifted into something that made her heart flutter uncontrollably.“My Luna,” he murmured.She rolled her eyes, stepping into his arms. “You’ve been calling me that for
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Chapter: Chapter 147: The Coronation Ceremony The morning began quietly—almost deceptively so. A soft mist curled over the training fields, glistening silver beneath the pale caress of dawn. Birds chattered in the high pines, oblivious to the scars still healing across the realm. Aria stood near the edge of the forest, her hands sunk into the damp earth as she guided a group of young wolves through grounding exercises. They mimicked her movements with earnest concentration, some wobbling, some overly dramatic, all trying to master their balance.She laughed softly when one pup toppled sideways into a bush.“You’re improving,” she assured him as she helped brush leaves out of his hair. “Remember—strength is steadiness first, power second.”He beamed at her, proud despite the mishap.Teaching had become a balm for her in these slow months after the war. The world was mending, bit by bit. The land healed, the wolves healed, and even her heart—so battered, so reshaped by prophecy and death and rebirth—found a strange new rhythm.The
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Chapter: Chapter 146: The Quiet After the Storm The days after Aria’s ascension felt unreal, as if the world had forgotten how to breathe. The war drums fell silent, leaving only the sound of wind moving through the ravaged forest, brushing over broken branches and scorched earth like gentle fingers tracing the outline of old wounds. Peace had arrived, but it did not feel soft. It felt earned, carved from suffering, shaped by choices that had pushed Aria and her pack to the edge of oblivion.Aria walked through the recovering village with a steadiness that surprised even her. Every step carried a ripple of power—gentle, luminous, unmistakable. Her aura had settled but not vanished. It shimmered faintly in the air around her, like moonlight draped across her skin. Wolves bowed instinctively when she passed. Elders inclined their heads, no longer from doubt or manipulation, but from reverence. Children peeked at her from behind their parents’ legs, whispering “Blessed Luna” in voices that trembled with awe rather than fear.She smile
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Chapter: Chapter 145: The Ascension of the Blessed Luna For a moment that stretched into eternity, the world stood still around Aria’s lifeless body. The battlefield—once a roaring tempest of claws, steel, witchfire, and blood—fell into a suffocating silence, as if even the wind dared not disturb the stillness of death. Kaelen remained on his knees, cradling her in his arms, his breath shuddering through the raw wreckage of his rage and grief. His tears slipped down his cheeks in silent streams, falling onto her pale skin.He rocked her gently, whispering her name as if repetition alone could pull her back. “Aria… Aria, please… come home to me.”But she didn’t stir.Her body, once radiant with Luna light, lay still like a vessel emptied of its soul.And the Blood Moon above pulsed brighter—an ominous, blood-red heartbeat—casting its cruel glow over the battlefield.The pack stood frozen. Warriors who had fought with unyielding ferocity now stared in shattered disbelief. Some whimpered. Some covered their muzzles. Some bowed their heads, un
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THE CEO'S CONTRACT LUNA
Evelyn “Evie” Thorne is a gifted architect whose family business is one bad contract away from bankruptcy. Desperate, she seeks help from the one person she swore she’d never deal with again: Damon Rourke, the ruthless billionaire CEO of Rourke Industries—and the undisputed Alpha of the Silver Crescent Pack.
Damon doesn’t offer a loan; he offers a deal: a highly detailed, non-negotiable marriage contract. Evie must become his wife, his ‘Luna’ in name only, for one year. The contract strictly forbids intimacy, requires public displays of affection, and demands absolute obedience.
Evie agrees, believing she is only signing away her freedom. But the closer she gets to Damon, the more she realizes the contract is a thin shield against a primal attraction. Damon Rourke doesn’t just manage boardrooms—he commands a territory, and in his world of shifters, a contract can’t negate the terrifying, undeniable reality: They are Fated Mates.
Evie is thrust into a world of pack politics, ancient enemies, and a dangerously alluring Alpha who is determined to keep his contract—and his mate—at arm’s length, even as their forced proximity threatens to shatter both their defenses.
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Chapter: Chapter 23: The Date Night CharadeThe morning following their confrontation in the West Wing felt like the temporary stillness at the center of a cyclone. The air in Rourke Tower remained charged, but the jagged, acrid scent of Damon’s aggression had been replaced by a heavy, expectant silence. The "First Slip" in the boardroom—the accidental granting of the Sylvan easement—had created a PR nightmare that Marcus was currently trying to drown in a sea of corporate litigation. However, litigation was a slow weapon. To pacify the Pack Council and signal to Alpha Kellen that the Silver Crescent was still unified, Damon needed a more immediate, visceral display of stability.He needed a spectacle."The optics are currently at a deficit," Marcus had explained during the 7:00 AM briefing, his voice as dry as parchment. "The human press is whispering about a 'merger instability,' and the Pack Elders are sensing the Alpha’s fluctuating resonance. If you don't anchor the narrative by tonight, the Council will call for a form
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Chapter: Chapter 22: The First SlipThe boardroom of Rourke Industries was a cathedral of glass, obsidian, and lethal ambition, situated on the 98th floor where the air was thin and the stakes were mountainous. For the dozen executives seated around the massive table, this was a morning of predatory negotiation. For Damon Rourke, however, it was a slow-motion descent into sensory agony. The air in the room was climate-controlled to a crisp 18°C, yet he felt a fever burning beneath his skin—a localized heat that had nothing to do with the ventilation and everything to do with the woman currently sitting three floors above him.Since the night in the Sanctum, the Mate Bond had transitioned from a nagging subsonic frequency into an all-consuming static. Every time Damon tried to focus on the merger documents before him, his mind would involuntarily drift to the curve of Evie’s neck, the defiant spark in her eyes, and the way her scent—a mixture of sandalwood and structural steel—seemed to have permanently stained his nerv
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Chapter: Chapter 21: Helena’s HistoryThe vibration of the Sanctum’s steel door closing behind them had left a phantom hum in Evie’s bones, a frequency that refused to dissipate even as the lights of the Tower roared back to life. In the twenty-four hours since the blackout, Damon had become a specter. He was a presence felt through the heavy scent of pine in the hallways and the sudden, sharp barks of command echoing from the tactical suite, but he did not seek her out. The barrier that had nearly shattered in the darkness had been reinforced with a new, desperate kind of iron.Evie, meanwhile, felt like a structure whose load-bearing walls had been compromised. She spent her morning staring at the "Cloaking Efficiency" models on her screen, but the numbers were just static. Her skin felt hypersensitive, her mind a repeating loop of the moment Damon’s forehead had rested against hers in the vault.The summons did not come from Damon, nor from Marcus. It arrived via a hand-delivered, cream-colored envelope, smelling of
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Chapter: Chapter 20: The Broken BarrierThe transition from the fragile domesticity of the shared meal to the high-stakes theater of the Pack Council was supposed to be a matter of professional discipline. Evie had barely stepped into her suite, her mind still reeling from the warmth of Damon’s admission, when the world simply ceased to exist.There was no sound—no explosion, no mechanical failure—just an instantaneous, absolute withdrawal of light. Rourke Tower, a monument to technological perfection and structural invincibility, went blind. The humming of the servers, the subtle vibration of the climate control, and even the faint, omnipresent glow of the emergency floor-strips vanished. In the vacuum of the 100th floor, the darkness was so thick it felt like a physical weight against her lungs.“Evie.”Damon’s voice didn't come from the hallway. It came from right beside her. He had moved with the terrifying, silent speed of a predator who didn't need eyes to navigate his own territory. Before she could gasp, his han
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Chapter: Chapter 19: The Shared MealThe aftermath of the shipping yard raid had left Rourke Tower vibrating with a frantic, invisible energy. It was 3:14 AM, the hour of the wolf, and the silence of the 100th floor was heavy with the residual scent of gunpowder, industrial ozone, and the sharp, pine-heavy pheromones of an Alpha who had tasted blood and survived.Evie hadn't slept. She had spent the hours since being dismissed pace-counting the length of her West Wing suite, her mind a chaotic loop of Kellen’s corporate crimes and the look in Damon’s eyes before he had sent her away. The "Hum" of the Mate Bond was no longer a low-frequency background noise; it was a rhythmic pulse, a biological drumbeat that demanded her presence in the East Wing. Her body felt strangely heavy, yet jittery, as if her cells were trying to migrate through the walls to find their anchor.Hunger eventually became the only excuse she could stomach. The "professional recovery" period usually meant the staff stocked the kitchenette in her wi
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Chapter: Chapter 18: Kellen’s ProxyThe morning air in the Silver Crescent Tower tasted of ozone and expensive espresso, but for Evie, it was the sharp, metallic tang of data that kept her awake. Following the revelation that Alpha Kellen was the architect of her family’s ruin, the dynamic of her confinement had fundamentally shifted. She was no longer just a "purchased asset" or a "prisoner of circumstance." She had become something far more dangerous to Kellen: a vengeful architect with the keys to the King’s vault.Damon had not summoned her to the East Wing today. Instead, he had sent a courier—not Marcus, but a silent, high-ranking Enforcer—with a localized server node. It was a physical manifestation of his growing trust, or perhaps, his growing desperation. Along with the server came a short, handwritten note on heavy cream stationery:The wolves see the scent. The lawyers see the law. I need the architect to see the structure. Find where Kellen is hiding his heart.Evie sat at her drafting table, the sprawlin
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