Abandoned substitute Luna: The Designer Queen's Mysterious Return

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t's the only room in this vast pack mansion that I'm not allowed to enter - his territory, steep

enew the agreement that allows my mother to receive treatment in the nurs

ther was stamped with the faint howling wolf crest of his bloodline. It had no label, nothing to identify it, but it radiated a sen

left. I should have closed the doo

gomery Marriage Contract" and closing around the cold leather of the bin

ened

single word, typed i

VE

n narrowed, the word burning itself into my brain

l line. On the left, the initia

s first love, the she-wolf who rejected the mate

Elara

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to read the text below, even as a phantom ache bloomed deep in

ay, S. S. rejected my proposal,

oday, proposed a mating allianc

matched.

- the one I was never born with, the one I'd never f

rite gem was the moonstone - the stone

: the 'Tears of the Moon' m

shed it, believing it was a mating gift, a sign that his

us, cruel ledger of his vengeance. A pack re

tears finally got

After all, I come from a poor single-parent human family, and my mother is hospitalized d

dragged his massive black wolf, broken and bleeding, to the ne

f my university, bule wolf eyes locked onto mine with feral intensity, and proposed to me. The gift he gave wa

aking me think the Moon Goddess herself had

rned out to

clung to as a sign of hope. It was all there, a carbon copy of something he ha

he admired it. The left column revealed he'd planned to buy the exact same pair

mised it to her. He had built it with her in mind, the

hing effigy of his bitterness. A human stand-in, a tool

ted photo of Seraphina, her smile bril

sharp, aggressive handwriting - the scr

ve to the one least deserving, just

rld tilted, the towering bookshelves seeming to lean in, ready to crush me. A low, broken

pen door of the safe

y was he so kind to me before marriage, courting me with all the intensity of a

ness and needed a mate who would devote herself entirely to takin

up a great internship and a promising human future to marr

uld settle his wolf better. After all, a nanny can never replace a mate's care. So I fired the nanny and starte

ingly indifferent - his wolf retreating until I couldn't feel even a whisper of war

e test I didn't understand. But it turns out, I've never really entered hi

e ye

e and accepting his coldness, believing that one day, I

ed into a sing

moon-cursed human who believ

etween a sob and a howl. The tears I had held back for so lo

lur of my tea

h of tires on the

car engine - a sound that always made m

pha wa