She Was Unwanted, Now She's Queen

l life as the Alpha's Luna. That morning, my husband Santino coldly announced a crucial announcement, t

neck was unmarked. My scoff met his furious Alpha dominance, threatenin

nd him intimately grooming her in the kitchen-a sacred act for ma

iage was officially over. I had already paused my royal trust fund's capital, then severed our

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ead bowed as I stared at the small white suppr

t it. My focus was entirely on the chalky disk in my hand. This tiny pill was the chain I willingly placed around my own neck every single morning for three year

compromising. He didn't even look over his shoulder when he delivered his cold ultimatum. He told me he had something important to

oft flesh of my palm, leaving deep, crescent-shap

on the nightstand. I tossed the dry

taste exploded on my tongue and crawled down the back of my thr

whimper before sinking back into a forced, unnatural sleep. The heavy lethargy settled into my bones. I was used to this weakness.

ped the edge of the heavy oak nightstand to steady myself. My knuckles turned white

m the bed and walked over to the floor-to-leng

yes. But despite the physical frailty, my posture was ramrod straight. My chin was tilte

lor and fabric were traditional symbols of the Luna, the female leade

nd walked toward the carved woo

the cold brass doorknob

ound as the door swung open. I steppe

drifted up from the first floor. They were speaking fast

oment my foot touched the top landing, the whispe

with the suppressants dulling my senses, a

er the distinct, sour stench of a stray wolf. My stomach heaved. The royal blood in my vein

the banister and looked down at the

s, the deep rumble of an expensi

y. The massive doors were pu

he giant crystal chandelier hanging from the vaulted ceiling, maki

mposing frame was clad in a custom-tailored cha

irs, looking down at my husba

ook up, find me on the stairs, and offer a curt n

otective, shielding gesture over the space behind him. My chest tightened. That specific, possessive s

a thin, flimsy white dress that offered no protection against th

f Santino's expensive suit jacket. She gripped the da

s standing by the walls kept their heads bowed, abs

, watery eyes and a trembling lower lip. It was a p

yes met mine. There was no hesitation, no g

ill be living h