Rejected luna, claimed by the King

Rejected luna, claimed by the King.

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Rejected luna, claimed by the King – Sneak Peek

The Great Hall of the Hyde Pack smelled of roasted venison, stale wine, and the suffocating musk of a hundred wolves posturing for dominance. But to me, it smelled like rejection.

I stood in the shadows behind a massive stone pillar, clutching the stem of my empty glass like a lifeline. My dress—a faded grey chiffon that had seen better days—made me invisible among the silks and velvets of the high-ranking she-wolves.

“Watch it, wolfless.”

A passing Omega waiter slammed into my shoulder, sending a splash of red wine cascading down my skirt. He didn’t apologize. He didn’t even pause. Why would he? In a world governed by the strength of one’s beast, I was less than nothing. A genetic defect. A charity case kept around only because my parents had died serving the former Alpha.

I bit my lip, fighting the sting of tears. Don’t cry. Do not let them see you break.

At the head table, Braydon Hyde rose to his feet. The room fell silent instantly. He was handsome in that rugged, golden-boy way that had made my heart race since we were children. He was my best friend. My protector. He had promised me, under the old oak tree just last week, that my lack of a wolf didn’t matter to him.

“Tonight,” Braydon’s voice boomed, amplified by his Alpha aura, “marks a new era for our Pack.”

He turned, extending his hand—not to me, but to the woman seated beside him. Katherine Parrish. The daughter of a neighboring Alpha. She was stunning, lethal, and possessed a wolf as vicious as her smile.

“I present to you my choice,” Braydon announced, his gaze sweeping over the crowd while deliberately avoiding my dark corner. “Witnessed by the Moon Goddess, my future Luna—Katherine Parrish!”

The applause was thunderous. It crashed over me like a physical blow. I watched Katherine lean in and whisper something in his ear, and Braydon laughed—a sound that shattered the last fragile hope in my chest. He wasn’t simply choosing a political alliance. He was erasing me.

I couldn’t breathe. The air in the hall became too thin, too hot. Turning on my heel, I fled.

і𝗻𝗍еn𝘀𝖾 𝘳𝗼𝗆𝗮𝗇𝘤е 𝗼𝘯 𝗴𝗮ln𝘰𝗏e𝘭𝘴.с𝘰𝗺

I ran through the stone corridors, my wine-stained dress clinging to my legs, until I burst into the sanctuary of the Pack Library. I slammed the heavy oak door shut and collapsed against it, sliding down to the cold floor.

Here, surrounded by the scent of dust and ancient parchment, I finally let the sob escape my throat.

“Pathetic,” I whispered to the empty room. “You were a fool to believe him.”

“Tears are a waste of hydration, little one.”

The voice was deep, vibrating through the floorboards and straight into my bones. I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs.

I looked up. Standing in the shadows of the history section was a man I had only ever encountered in terrifying bedtime stories.

Dallas Marshall. The Alpha King. The Lycan.

He was massive, his tuxedo straining against shoulders that seemed wide enough to carry the world. But it was his eyes that paralyzed me—pitch black, abyssal, and locked onto me with a predatory intensity that made my skin prickle.

The air around him no longer smelled of the library. It smelled of a violent thunderstorm and crushed cedar. Overwhelming. Intoxicating.

“King Marshall,” I choked out, scrambling to my feet. My knees were shaking so hard I nearly fell again. “I didn’t know you were in here. I’ll leave.”

“Stay.” It wasn’t a request. It was a command that vibrated in the air—and though I was wolfless and should never have felt the weight of an Alpha’s command, my feet rooted to the spot.

Before I could speak, Braydon’s muffled voice drifted through the door, announcing his engagement feast. The pain in my chest flared again, sharp and agonizing, as though my soul were being torn in half. My legs gave out.

I didn’t hit the floor.

In a blur of movement too fast for human eyes, Dallas was there. His arms, hard as iron, caught me.

Zap.

The moment his skin brushed my bare arm, a jolt of electricity shot through me—violent, hot, and undeniable. I gasped, staring up at him in shock. His pupils blew wide, swallowing the whites of his eyes. A low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest

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