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The Billionaire's wolf

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2026-01-15 21:50:00

Power, Luna learned, had a circadian rhythm all its own. It didn’t sleep. It pulsed through fiber-optic cables, hummed in server farms, whispered in pre-market trading algorithms. In the penthouse, which had become both fortress and command centre, she learned to tell time by the cadence of Dante’s silent work—the tap of a key concluding a billion-dollar deal, the low murmur of a secure call in a language she was now learning to parse.

She watched him. Not as a student watching
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  • Rejected by the billionaire Alpha    Blood debt

    The winter wind had teeth. It cut through Silvercrest's courtyard like a blade, carrying the memory of snow and silver blood to those who thought they'd buried their past. Luna stood at the edge of the space, her silver aura flickering faintly around her, a visible reminder that the girl they'd tormented no longer existed.Before her, gathered by council order and the weight of her new authority, stood the remnants of her former tormentors. They'd aged poorly, these bullies—soft around the edges, hard in the eyes, carrying the particular look of people who'd spent years trying to forget someone who refused to stay dead.Marcus was there, his face pale, his bravado long since crumbled. Beside him stood Sable, her sharp angles now softened by time and the unmistakable lines of stress. Others from that vicious circle completed the tableau—wolves who had laughed while she bled, who had made her life a misery because they could."Look at you," Luna said, h

  • Rejected by the billionaire Alpha    what you stole

    The old Silvercrest manor had been scrubbed of its worst memories, but the walls still held echoes. Luna walked its corridors with purpose, her heels clicking against the polished stone like a countdown. She'd avoided this place since her return, letting the lab become her sanctuary, her headquarters, her kingdom. But some conversations couldn't happen on neutral ground. Some debts had to be collected where they were incurred.Kael stood on the balcony overlooking the rear courtyard—the very spot where, years ago, silver blood had first stained the snow. He'd been waiting. Of course he had. The summons had been brief, professional, the kind of meeting request a subordinate couldn't refuse.He turned when she entered, his golden eyes wary. He looked better than he had during the breakdown—shaved, dressed, composed. But the composure was thin, a sheet of ice over deep water.Luna didn't sit. She didn't approach. She stood just inside the doorway, lettin

  • Rejected by the billionaire Alpha    The dress fitting

    The fitting room occupied the entire top floor of a private atelier in Mayfair—all diffused sunlight, ivory walls, and racks of gowns that shimmered like liquid jewels. Luna stood before a three-way mirror, her reflection multiplied into infinity, while a small army of seamstresses hovered at respectful distances.She felt absurd. And powerful. The two weren't mutually exclusive anymore."This is excessive," she murmured, running her fingers over a bolt of midnight silk.Dante's reflection appeared behind her in the glass. He'd been circling the room for twenty minutes, pulling gowns, rejecting others, his focus so intense it bordered on worship. He held up a deep emerald creation, its fabric catching the light like forest shadows."Try this one," he said. Not a request.She raised an eyebrow. "You're enjoying this too much.""I'm enjoying you. There's a difference." He draped the gown over a chaise and stepped closer, his h

  • Rejected by the billionaire Alpha    Luna's lab coats

    The Queen's Lab hummed with the quiet intensity of a warship preparing for battle. Luna moved through the space with surgical precision, her silver eyes scanning every workstation, every data stream, every face that looked to her for direction. The morning light streamed through the reinforced windows, painting the gleaming equipment in shades of gold and promise.The ink on Kael's surrender wasn't even dry, but Luna had already moved on. Politics was a game for boardrooms. This—this was where real power lived.Dante leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her orchestrate chaos into order with the same quiet appreciation a master might have for a particularly exquisite blade. "You really like lab coats, huh?" he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.Luna glanced down at her own crisp white coat, then back at him. "I like control. Lab coats are armor. Uniformity enforces discipline. Nothing gets done without both."She'd learned tha

  • Rejected by the billionaire Alpha    Boardroom Begging

    The boardroom glass reflected power in its purest form—skyline, steel, money, consequence. Forty stories above London, the city sprawled like a kingdom waiting to be mapped, and at the head of the polished table, Luna Hartley sat like its undisputed queen.Her tablet displayed cure rollout projections, clean numbers with clean impact. No drama. Just dominance in spreadsheet form. The virus was retreating. The pack was stabilizing. Her reputation was solidifying into something unassailable.Dante occupied the side seat, not interfering, just radiating the kind of presence that made hostile takeovers reconsider their childhood choices. His dark eyes tracked the room, the doors, the subtle shifts in pressure that preceded every play. He was her shadow, her shield, her silent partner in all things.The doors opened without announcement.Kael stepped in.No Alpha regalia. No pack black. No rank pins glinting at his collar. Just a pla

  • Rejected by the billionaire Alpha    omega no more

    The summons arrived at dawn, carried by a messenger who didn't meet her eyes and left before she could ask questions. Embossed seal. Red wax. The kind of old-power flexing that assumed it still owned every room it entered.Luna read it once, twice, then set it beside her tea with the calm of someone reviewing a routine agenda."No panic," she said mildly. "That's usually when they want to rewrite history."Dante leaned against the window frame, arms folded, watching her with that lethal, quiet attention that never slept. "Council chambers don't call meetings this early unless someone's crown is moving.""Good." She took a sip of tea. "I brought a wrench."The Grand Hall filled fast. Alphas from neighboring territories, Betas who'd finagled invitations, council elders in their ceremonial robes, legal scribes with tablets ready, and the rank historians—dusty archivists who decided which bloodlines counted and which ones

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