Ch. The Rejected Luna’s Secret 11 The Rejected Luna’s Secret 11

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He pinned me against the wall, twirling my damp hair around his fingers, eyes hazy. 

“You look just like her…” 

Then he pulled out the wedding ring meant for Carrie… and slipped it onto my finger. 

“She’s gone. So… be my Luna. You’re my mate anyway, right?” 

I knew I shouldn’t have said yes. But I loved him too much. For far too long. 

For five years, he treated me like royalty. 

Sapphires, Eiffel Tower dates, diamonds, candlelit banquets-anything I so much as glanced at, 

he’d have it procured and laid at my feet. 

Whenever I had nightmares, he’d drop everything and hold me close, whispering comfort in my 

ear. 

Even my brothers changed. It was like Carrie never existed. 

I thought, maybe… maybe I finally had love that belonged to me. 

But Carrie came back. 

And all that love began to recede like the tide, pulling me away one inch at a time. 

I watched the Maybachs disappear, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore-I laughed. 

At first, it was low and shaky. Then it grew louder, sharper, uncontrollable. I doubled over, laughing until tears mixed with blood fell to the ground. 

Passersby stared. No one came near. 

They didn’t understand-I wasn’t crazy. My heart had simply been chewed up and spit out. 

Turns out, these past few years-I was just a thief. 

I stole her love, her title, and even her Alpha. 

And now she was back. 

Which meant I, the substitute, had to step aside. 

I wiped my tears and straightened up. My wolf howled inside me, raging, tearing apart every last 

trace of soft illusions. 

“If all of you… only ever loved her…” 

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spat each word like venom, “Then I don’t want any of you either.” 

I raised my hand and flagged down a cab. 

Half an hour later, I pushed open a heavy door and walked up to the front desk. 

“I’d like to buy an uninhabited island.” 

The receptionist froze, stunned. Then quickly called for the owner. 

He was in his forties, sharp and cautious. “Luna, the island you chose has no signal, no route access. Supply boats only visit every three months. Once you’re there, you’ll be completely cut off. Are you sure?” 

I looked him dead in the eye, gaze as cold and wild as a feral beast. 

“I’m sure.” 

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