Semua Bab The Rejected Luna Is the Hidden Heiress: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Ava's POV"Why would your husband tell you that you're infertile? You're clearly healthy."I jerked my head up, nearly crumpling the test results in my hand. The pack doctor pushed up his glasses and looked at me with a complicated expression, as if deciding whether he should continue."That can't be right." I shook my head, my voice more urgent than I expected. "Damon wouldn't lie to me. You must have gotten the results wrong."I defended him almost without thinking. It wasn't blind faith; I knew Damon too well. Six years ago, when I walked into the Darkmoon Pack council hall with a research report on improving werewolf physiology, the pack had been little more than a few rickety wooden buildings without even a proper medical room. I was a female omega whose shifting was unstable, yet over the next few years, I helped take Darkmoon from one of the weakest packs on the East Coast to second place.Damon had never dismissed my talent. He gave me a laboratory, resources, and the words, "Y

Ava's POVI woke far too early the next morning. Honestly, I wasn't even sure I had slept.My first thought was very clear: I needed to get rid of Damon's mark as soon as possible.Damon had not come back to our bedroom last night. He was probably busy learning parenting skills with his "private tutor"... or, more likely, trying new sex positions. Whatever. I didn't care.Every time he acted like a gentleman now, his handsome face seemed to twist into something ugly in my eyes, something that made me sick.I changed into a sharp business suit and put on full makeup. The woman in the mirror looked calm and put together, completely different from the wreck I had been the night before.At exactly nine, I arrived at the Crawford family's most prestigious law firm. Mr. Hansen met me personally. He was a senior attorney, an old friend of my father's, and one of the family's most trusted legal advisers."Ms. Crawford, please accept my condolences," Mr. Hansen said, grief showing on his face.

Ava's POVThey took me to a restaurant high above the city skyline.The moment I stepped inside, a powerful Alpha presence hit me.Then the man by the window looked up.Adrian Thorne was twenty-eight, rumored to be cold-blooded, ruthless, and extremely dangerous. He had taken control of Bloodmoon at twenty. Three months later, he crushed an internal rebellion led by pack elders, tearing out their hearts with his claws. From that day on, no one on the West Coast dared question his rule.Now he wore a perfectly tailored dark suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and powerful build. His icy blue gaze moved slowly over me, like a wolf studying prey that had wandered into its territory.He was handsome, powerful, impossible to ignore.For a second, I forgot how to breathe. I walked over and sat across from him.He set down his knife and looked at me. "Ms. Crawford."His low voice sent a strange current down my spine."Mr. Thorne." I forced myself to stay calm, even though my fingers were

Ava's POVWhen I returned to the Alpha estate, it no longer felt like a prison. Damon, Sylvia, and Leo were still away, which meant I could pack without anyone hovering over me. When Damon came back, I would tell him I had another business trip. I had traveled often enough for work that he was unlikely to question it.What I needed first was somewhere to go. I could not buy a house in my own name without risking Damon finding out, so I called Alvin."Alvin, it's Ava. Are you all right?" I remembered leaving with Adrian's Beta while Alvin had stayed behind at the Crawford Pack."Ma'am, I'm fine. They don't dare cause me trouble," he answered respectfully. "Did your meeting with Alpha Adrian go well?""It went well. In three days, we're attending a charity gala.""That's wonderful. It will help your claim to the inheritance." Alvin sounded relieved. "When do you plan to announce the marriage?""There's no hurry. I need to deal with my divorce from Damon first.""Understood. If you need a

Ava's POVThe important thing was that with these client files, I could decide when I was ready to stand on my own.When I got home, I locked the bedroom door. My hands were still trembling slightly.The images from Damon's computer kept flashing through my mind: the beach, the Christmas tree, the three of them smiling together. I didn't have the strength to go through everything on the USB drive again, and I didn't need to. Those photos had already told me enough.I snapped the laptop shut and pushed it aside.After sorting through the files, I felt completely drained.I lifted my head and looked at the bedside table. Our wedding photo was still there. In it, I wore a white wedding dress and smiled brightly as I leaned against my handsome husband. It had once been my favorite picture. I used to look at it every night before bed to remind myself how "happy" I was.Now it looked like garbage, mocking the four years I had wasted.I picked up the frame and threw it into the storage room i