THE BILLIONAIRE LYCAN KING'S REJECTED HEIRESS
Dark RomanceWerewolfWinning Back the WifeAlphaHeir/HeirnessLycanRejectRunaway with a BabySecond Chance
Seraphina Cole was just a broke waitress in Manhattan when the Moon Goddess mated her to Alexander Thorne — billionaire CEO, Lycan King of the Northern Packs, and the most ruthless Alpha in America.
On the night she planned to tell him she was his fated mate, he rejected her.
“You are weak. Human. You will never be my Luna,” he growled, in front of the entire pack.
Heartbroken and pregnant with his secret heir, Seraphina disappeared.
Five years later, she returns — not as a waitress, but as the long-lost heiress to the Romano Empire, New York's most powerful mafia family. Beautiful, powerful, and with a five-year-old son who has his father's icy eyes and his first howl.
Alexander doesn't recognize her. But his wolf does.
“You smell like mine,” he whispers, pinning her in his penthouse elevator.
Now Seraphina is trapped as his assistant, forced into a contract marriage to save her son from the Elder Alpha Council and the Bratva who want her blood.
He rejected a waitress.
He will kneel for a Queen.
But when her second chance mate — a Bratva Don — comes to claim her, will she choose revenge, or the Billionaire Lycan King who broke her heart?
A dark, dramatic werewolf billionaire romance full of rejection, secret heiress twists, hidden pregnancy, mafia danger, and a possessive Alpha who will burn New York to win back his mate.
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Chapter: Chapter 10: The LobbyWe should have taken the private elevator.We didn't.Alexander tried. He pressed 87-P-Lobby-Private. I pressed Lobby."I am not hiding him," I said, holding Leo's hand so tight my knuckles went white. "Not anymore. You made me hide in the snow. We are going through the lobby."Alexander looked at Leo's curls — still covering the crescent, barely — and at my white wool coat, and understood.His hand hovered over the button. Then he moved it to Lobby."As you wish, Luna," he whispered.The elevator dropped. 87 floors. Same drop as five years ago when I bled.Only this time I wasn't bleeding. I was holding a four-year-old boy with AB negative blood who stopped cranes when he was mad.Ding. Lobby.Thorne Tower lobby at 10:30 a.m. is Wall Street rush hour. 200 humans, 50 wolves, cameras, press — because Thorne Port contract renewal is today and Bloomberg was live-streaming.The doors opened.And everyone saw us.Alexander Thorne, Lycan King, in a $10,000 suit, holding the hand of a four-y
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Chapter: Chapter 9: The Fiancée in RedElena Stone was still beautiful. That was the worst part.Red dress, blonde hair, Stone Pack royalty perfect. Except the belly. It was too high. Too round. Too still. Like a prop pillow taped on."Mommy, why does that lady have a pillow under her dress?" Leo had asked.The 87th floor went dead silent. Every Beta, trader, and lawyer froze. June stopped breathing.Elena's hand tightened over her fake bump. Her blue eyes flashed wolf-blue."Alexander, who is this child?" she said, voice sharp like glass. "And who is this woman? Why is a child in your boardroom?"Alexander didn't answer. He didn't look at Elena. His hand was still hovering near Leo's ear, near the crescent mark.Leo, being four and brutally honest, pointed at her stomach."That's not a real baby," he announced. "Real babies kick here." He pointed to my lower stomach where he had lived. "Yours is too high. Tia Isabella says ladies who put pillows are lying."Liam choked on his coffee from the hallway."Enough," Alexander sa
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Chapter: Chapter 8: The Scent in the ElevatorThe elevator doors closed behind us with a soft ding that sounded like a prison cell locking.87th floor. Thorne Tower. Same floor where he told me I would never be his Luna.Now he was staring at my son like he'd seen a ghost."Who is his father?" Alexander asked again. His voice was lower this time. Not King voice. Wolf voice.Leo didn't answer. He pressed his face into my white wool coat. His curls fell forward, hiding the crescent. Smart boy. Four years old and already knew how to hide."I asked you a question, Seraphina," Alexander said, eyes still locked on Leo's ear."Seraphina Romano," I corrected. My voice shook. I hated that it shook. Five years, $12 million a year port, white wolf training, and one look from him still made my knees weak. "And my son's father is none of your concern. We are here for the port contract.""The port contract," he repeated. Like he had forgotten what that was.Liam had disappeared with Leo's hot chocolate excuse. June, his assistant, stood frozen
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Chapter: Chapter 7: The Port ContractWe landed at Teterboro at 9 a.m. in first class.Four years ago I left Manhattan on a Greyhound that smelled like piss. Now I stepped off a private Romano jet — Isabella refused to let us fly commercial — with a four-year-old in a $300 sweater that he had already stained with orange juice, and a carry-on full of port contracts."Don't look up at the tower," Isabella had told me before we left. "If you look up, he will smell your fear. Look straight. You own half the Eastern Seaboard now."Leo held my hand tight. He had never seen snow in real life. Miami in December is 78 degrees. Manhattan was 28 and snowing. The same kind of snow as that night."Mommy, why is the air hurting my face?" he whispered."Because Manhattan is rude," I said. And then I saw it.Thorne Tower. 87 floors. Black glass. Still standing like nothing had happened.Five years ago I bled on its steps. Today I had a meeting on its 87th floor.Liam was waiting on the tarmac in a black SUV. He looked older. Scar through
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Chapter: Chapter 6: The Boy With the Crescent MarkLeo Romano did not cry when he was born. That should have been my first clue.Second clue: At six months old, he growled at Isabella's Beta guard for touching his bottle.Third clue: His blood."AB negative," the pack pediatrician said, holding the lab sheet in Fisher Island clinic. "Same as Alpha King Thorne. It's rare. 1% of Lycans. Runs in the Northern royal line only."Leo was on my hip, chewing on my pearl necklace — a real pearl necklace now, not thrift-store. He had Isabella's dark curls and my grey eyes, but when the sun hit his hair, it turned black. Just like his father's.And behind his left ear, the crescent mark had grown. White, perfect, like a tiny moon stamped into his skin. It was warm to the touch."Does it hurt?" I asked him. He was four now."No," he said. He was sitting on the port office floor, surrounded by shipping manifests he was pretending to read. He could read already. At four. "It itches when I'm mad.""When are you mad?""When Mr. Carlos says Mommy can't
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The Romano NameLegally, killing Seraphina Cole took 20 minutes.Isabella's lawyer came at 9 a.m. with coffee and a stack of papers. He didn't look at my thrift-store coat. He didn't look at my swollen eyes."Miss Cole, you have $43 in your bank account, no lease, no next of kin claiming you, and a positive pregnancy test from a Miami drugstore this morning that says you are four weeks along," he said. "Miss Romano is offering full adoption as an adult heiress. You will take her name, her port, and her protection. Do you understand?"I held the pregnancy test. Two lines, darker now. Four weeks."My mother —" I started."Your mother signed a non-disclosure agreement 26 years ago for $50,000," Isabella said from the balcony doorway. She was in a different white pantsuit. "She took money to tell you you were human. She will not be looking for you."The paper in front of me said: Petition for Adult Adoption and Legal Name Change.From: Seraphina Cole.To: Seraphina Romano.Under reason, Isabella had writt
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