The Beta's Fatal Mistake: Rejecting His True Luna

identity as the White Wolf heiress to buy my

our mating ceremo

ing I reeked of human money and was t

White Wolf heiress, completely un

d moonstone relic to pieces, declaring

tier Omega maid in my new household. Tha

er's relic and the pathetic, ungrateful

ient blood to keep him alive when his im

man who gave him everything

legendary Wh

packhouse bare, and prepared to attend the gr

heiress he so desperately desired, and ta

pte

ena

, the fine-toothed comb quivering in her grip. Her eyes, meeting mine in

ou pulled that dying Rogue out of the gutter. H

on the cobblestones. Now he sits on the Werewolf Counc

nd, stilling

aid, my voice held

vy oak door of the

es. His natural scent, once a clean fragrance of rain on pine needles, had been suffocated b

t-a purchase I had funded-onto

ge of his nose. "There's no trace of a high-level wolf on y

rted in my diaphragm, making

-to keep the White Wolf heir hidden from rival packs until my full awakening. I used my mother's maiden name in all my busin

e was too blind to see wha

d him, keeping my voice perfectly steady. "We need t

submitting mate was a sign of ultimate devotion

ack? I'm a high-ranking Beta

the middle of nowhere

is gaze drift over my shoulder, as if add

beg for an audience. Besides, I have much better prospects

ster; my thoughts snagged on the raw,

aked greed. "She's of untainted lineage, of immense power, and holds the key

alking a

his political campaigns and used every favor my family name could buy t

ce becoming a dry rustl

using to let hi

my estate alone. We'

eyes, complete

it you on the way out. You

on me and walked

by furniture I had bought, looking at the man who had just thrown me away like a worn-out garmen

earn exactly who he