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Genius Luna: Her Ex-Alpha Regretted it

Genius Luna: Her Ex-Alpha Regretted it

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Rhea is a hybrid type werewolf: elf-werewolf, a blend of werewolf and elf. Legends say elf-werewolves possess a unique allure over male and are destined to have multiple fated mates. In ancient times, a renowned Alpha once defied the objections of his pack members to be with his fated mate, an elf-werewolf, and they lived a peaceful, joyful life-until she encountered another fated mate, the Rogue King. The Rogue King was the Alpha's half-brother, exiled after a bitter power struggle for the Alpha title and eventually leading his own outlawed rogue wolfpack. Captivated by his wild nature, the elf-werewolf betrayed her husband by revealing vital wolfpack secrets to the Rogue King, leading to her husband's defeat and the downfall of their pack. Since then, elf-werewolves have been deemed ill-fated, perpetually distrusted by their mates, and rarely treated as equals. Even when they met their fated mate, suspicion often overshadowed their bond, making trust nearly impossible. In ancient werewolf societies, elf-werewolves were forbidden from holding high-ranking positions and relegated to low-status Omega roles, subjected to longstanding prejudice and disdain. However, the Moon Goddess, in closing one door for elf-werewolves, opened another. All elf-werewolves were gifted with the rare ability to restore and assess the authenticity of sacred werewolf artifacts-items believed to carry the Moon Goddess's power, able to bolster a pack's strength and enhance an Alpha's mental resilience. Over time, many sacred artifacts were damaged or lost in wars, making the remaining ones highly coveted by great Alphas. A mature market for these artifacts arose, where more ancient and intact relics commanded immense value. When damaged, artifacts lost potency, but skilled restoration could renew much of their power and worth. As their talents were increasingly recognized, elf-werewolves gained more economic power and found their skills in high demand. Their sharp discernment allowed them to distinguish genuine artifacts from counterfeits, and this role elevated their social and financial status over time. In modern society, thanks to movements toward equality, elf-werewolves gained the opportunity to pursue higher education and professional work. Yet many traditional wolfpacks still harboured biases against elf-werewolves, preferring marriages that preserved "pure" werewolf lineage. Rhea inherited her rare silver elf-werewolf hybrid form from her grandfather, granting her an elite gift for artifact restoration, a skill considered unparalleled worldwide. She and Patrick had been married in secret for three years, and although his wolf instinctively recognized her as his fated mate, he had yet to mark her. Patrick's father, the Alpha of Fabian Wolfpack was determined to drive her away, constantly pushing Patrick to rekindle things with his ex-girlfriend, the daughter of a rich Alpha with pure blood. Due to the damning legend, Patrick, despite his love for Rhea, struggled with doubt. Knowing she would likely have more fated mates, he couldn't fully believe she could ever be wholly devoted to him. Even as his wolf spirit claimed her as his fated mate, he feared it might already be too late. Because he thought before their marriage, Rhea has met another fated mate, Christopher. Patrick was torn-unable to let her go, yet reluctant to fully trust her loyalty. Rhea, meanwhile, was convinced Patrick's heart still belonged to his ex. Adding to her anguish was the disdain she felt from Patrick's father, who looked down on her elf-werewolf heritage.

Chapter 1 Who is Christopher

After an intense moment of passion, Rhea Seehorn lay in Patrick Fabian's arms, her body glistening with sweat. For once, Patrick didn't immediately slip away to the shower. Instead, he held her tightly from behind, with an intensity that made her feel as if he wanted to merge their bodies into one.

Rhea felt herself melt into his embrace, her heart unexpectedly light and filled with excitement, tension, and a hint of sadness. It had been three years since their wedding, yet this was the first time he had ever held her like this.

For the first time, she felt truly loved.

Her heart raced, beating wildly, as if a caged bird inside her chest had been set free. She slowly turned around to face him, hugging him back with all her strength. A pure, sweet smile spread across her face as if she had embraced the whole world.

They stayed like that, entwined in silence.

Finally, Patrick released her, sat up, and pulled on his clothes. He took a cigarette from the drawer, lit it, and inhaled deeply. His sharp features blurred in the haze of smoke, hiding any hint of emotion. Lost in thought, he didn't notice the cigarette burning dangerously close to his fingers.

Rhea cleared her throat softly. "Didn't you quit smoking?"

Patrick stubbed out the cigarette, his deep gaze locked on hers. After a few seconds, he broke the silence. "Rhea, let's end this."

The words struck her like lightning on a clear day.

Rhea froze, feeling her heart turn cold and brittle, shattering into pieces. Her face went pale as she looked at him in disbelief, her voice shaking.

"Did I... do something wrong?"

"No."

"Then why?"

"Amy's back. I'm sorry."

Amy Adams-his ex.

A knife twisted in Rhea's heart. She and Patrick were fated mates, bound by destiny. But three years of being by his side, sharing every moment, couldn't compare to the shadow of the woman who had now returned.

Being a fated mate didn't matter; her wolf form was that of an elf-wolf, and that was her original sin. Elf-werewolves, a blend of werewolf and elven blood, were rumoured to have the power to allure men.

Their destiny often involved multiple fated mates. Long ago, a powerful Alpha had defied his pack members to marry his elf-werewolf fated mate, and they had lived peacefully-until she met her second fated mate, the Rogue King, the Alpha's half-brother. In a tragic betrayal, she handed the Rogue King crucial pack secrets, leading to the Alpha's defeat and the fall of the pack.

Since then, elf-werewolves had been regarded as an omen of misfortune, never trusted fully by their mates, even if they were fated mates. They were relegated to lower positions within the pack, often taking on the role of an Omega.

Rhea had always sensed that Patrick was drawn to her body, yet she never felt his love. Perhaps he had never truly seen her as a lifelong mate. His heart had always belonged to Amy, a woman from a pure blood rich wolfpack as he is. No wonder that, in all their time together, despite his passion, he had held back from marking her as his.

Her heart sank, defeated and sorrowful. Rhea bit her lip, her body stiff and cold.

With trembling hands, she slipped on her clothes and moved to leave the bed.

Patrick caught her by the shoulder, his voice gentle.

"Where are you going?"

Rhea forced back her tears. "To make breakfast."

"Let me do it today." His voice was low, almost tender.

Rhea managed a quiet nod, lying back and pulling the covers over her damp eyes.

When he left the room, she stumbled into the bathroom, unable to hold back the flood of tears. They fell like broken beads, refusing to stop. She hadn't known that loving someone could hurt this much, like he had taken a piece of her heart with him, leaving only raw pain.

Time passed in a haze until Patrick called for her to come downstairs.

She splashed cold water on her face, again and again, but her eyes remained red, swollen with grief.

When she came down, she saw Patrick waiting for her in the dining room. Dressed in a tailored suit, his tall frame and refined air radiated authority, befitting the future Alpha of the Fabian Wolfpack, one of richest wolfpacks in the country. Just standing there, he commanded attention.

Rhea silently took her seat.

He leaned closer, noticing her red eyes.

His gaze softened. "Have you been crying?"

Rhea tilted her head, forcing a weak smile.

"I got face wash in my eyes. It'll go away soon."

"Be careful next time. Let's eat." He sat beside her; his tone soft.

Rhea took the fork from him, her eyes falling to his well-shaped hands.

She had never felt so sorrowful over a meal in her life.

Afterward, she rose from her seat, barely whispering, "I'm going to pack my things."

Patrick's hand tightened briefly around his fork.

"No rush."

She gave him a bitter smile. If it had come to this, wasn't it better to leave on her own than to be thrown out?

Upstairs, she packed her belongings piece by piece, the weight of each item a reminder of her shattered heart. Hours later, she zipped her suitcase and headed downstairs.

Patrick stepped forward, reaching for her bag.

"Let me do it for you."

"No, I've got it." Rhea straightened her spine, holding her suitcase as she walked to the door.

She paused to take in the familiar flowers and trees, the memories flooding back. She had loved him, wholly and fiercely, for three years.

Love, companionship, intimacy-none of it mattered now.

It was time to let go.

At the front door, a car awaited. Patrick handed her a check. "Thank you for being with me these past three years."

Rhea stood still, uncertain if she should accept it.

Patrick pressed the check into her suitcase.

"Take it. You'll need it."

She answered softly, "Okay."

Lifting her gaze, she took one last look at his lips, his high nose, his handsome face.

Someday, she thought, she would stop loving him. Maybe it would take three years, ten years, or a lifetime.

Patrick held her gaze for a moment, then pulled her into a fierce embrace. His face calm, but his eyes tumultuous.

"If you ever need anything, call me."

Tears threatened again, but she swallowed them back.

"Alright."

"I wasn't well the past two years. I know my temper was hard to bear."

"It's alright."

"Take care of yourself."

"You too." Rhea raised her arms and hugged him back as if it were a final farewell.

Then, she let go.

Pushing him away gently, she brushed her tears, grabbed her suitcase, and turned to leave.

After a few steps, she heard Patrick's voice.

"Who is Christopher?"

Her heart skipped a beat, her steps faltering.

Memories long buried surfaced, crashing over her like a tidal wave.

He spoke again, his voice softer.

"He must be important to you. I'm sorry I kept you for three years. I hope you find happiness."

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