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The Alpha's Billion Dollar Mistake: His Rejected Secret Luna

Victor Hale

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Werewolf

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I spent two years trapped in a loveless marriage with Gavin, the Alpha of the Carter pack. But when he returned from a trip, he brought back the overpowering scent of another woman and coldly initiated the rejection ritual. "I've fallen in love with my Fated Mate," he declared, offering me a pitiful one million dollars to disappear. He forgot that two years ago, I secretly saved his bankrupt company with my own money. When I threw the contract in his face-demanding the $1.5 billion my equity was now worth-he and his new lover panicked. They launched a vicious smear campaign, leaking stories to the press to brand me as a violent rogue and a greedy blackmailer. They even cornered me at the city's top law firm, bringing in a weeping, fake witness to publicly accuse me of stealing her life savings. They wanted to destroy my reputation so thoroughly that no lawyer would ever dare to take my case. I had poured my own fortune and sweat into saving his family's empire when everyone else abandoned them. How could they be so ruthlessly ungrateful, trying to frame me for a felony just to steal what was rightfully mine? They thought I was just an isolated, friendless rogue they could easily crush. They had no idea the legendary, undefeated lawyer they were desperately trying to hire was actually my secret ally, and the real war had just begun.

The Alpha's Billion Dollar Mistake: His Rejected Secret Luna Chapter 1

Kyla POV:

"We need to talk."

The words sliced through the suffocating silence of the living room. They were cold, impersonal, the kind of words a CEO uses to fire an underperforming employee.

Not the words a husband uses for his wife after a week-long business trip.

I didn't look up from the dagger in my lap. My fingers traced the familiar worn leather of the hilt.

The antique grandfather clock in the hall chimed ten. Each tick echoed off the marble floors and vaulted ceilings, a constant reminder of the two years I'd spent waiting in this opulent cage.

My wolf stirred, a low growl rumbling in my chest. I stilled my hands for a fraction of a second, then smoothly slid the dagger back into the sheath hidden in my sleeve.

Gavin Carter strode in, tall and imposing, the Alpha of the Carter pack. He looked every bit the part, with his dark hair, sharp suit, and an aura of power that demanded submission.

But tonight, he brought something else home with him.

A scent.

It wasn't the sterile smell of a hotel or the faint perfume of a female colleague. It was sweet. Overpowering. Vanilla and something floral, an Omega's scent, clinging to the fibers of his expensive coat like a second skin.

My pupils contracted. The warning growl in my chest intensified, a primal rejection of the betrayal that now had a name and a fragrance.

He tossed his briefcase onto a silk-upholstered sofa, the sound unnaturally loud. He avoided my eyes, his jaw tight.

That's when he said it. "Kyla, we need to talk."

I remained silent, letting him stew in it. I simply watched him, my gray eyes holding his gaze when he finally dared to meet it. I gave him nothing. No tears, no accusations. Just a flat, unwavering stare that seemed to unnerve him more than any screaming match could.

He loosened his tie, a nervous habit I knew well. "I've fallen in love with Catherine Meadows."

He said her name like a shield. A justification.

My face remained a mask of calm. Inside, my heart felt like it had been encased in ice. The name wasn't a surprise. I'd seen the lingering glances, heard the whispers. But hearing it from his lips, so bluntly, so devoid of remorse... it was different.

He seemed frustrated by my lack of a dramatic reaction. He wanted a scene, something to validate his decision, to paint me as the unstable, emotional rogue he'd always believed I was.

"She's my Fated Mate," he pressed on, his voice gaining a self-righteous conviction. His pupils, I noticed, were slightly dilated, and there was a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in his hands-the kind I'd seen before in wolves who'd been dosed with an Omega's concentrated pheromones. "The Moon Goddess has shown me the way. Our connection... it's undeniable."

He recited the words as if from a script, wrapping his infidelity in the sacred cloak of destiny. It was the ultimate excuse in our world, the one no one could argue with.

Except me.

Finally, I spoke. My voice was steady, devoid of the tremor I felt deep in my bones. "So?"

The single word seemed to enrage him. His control snapped. He took a step forward, unleashing a wave of his Alpha aura, trying to force me into submission. It pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating, but I was used to it. I'd learned to weather his dominance long ago.

"So, I am ending our union," he snarled, his voice dropping to a low, formal tone. He was initiating the ritual. Here. Now.

"I, Gavin Carter, Alpha of the Carter Pack, reject you, Kyla Martinez, as my mate and Luna."

The words hit me with physical force. A gasp tore from my lips as a searing pain erupted in my chest, radiating through every nerve in my body. It was the severing of a bond, a spiritual tearing. It felt like my soul was being ripped in two.

My hand flew to my chest, my fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt as I fought to stay upright. My vision swam with black spots. Through the haze of agony, I saw a flicker of satisfaction in Gavin's eyes before it was replaced by impatience.

The ritual required my response to be complete.

I didn't give it to him. Not yet. I let him stand there, waiting, watching the sweat bead on his forehead as the severed bond throbbed between us like an open wound. Let him wonder. Let him fear, just for a moment, that I might refuse-that I might trap him in this half-dead bond forever, a ghost haunting the edges of his perfect new life. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. His jaw tightened. He was about to speak, to demand, when I finally gave him what he wanted.

"I, Kyla Martinez, accept your rejection."

The finality of my words sealed the act. The last, frayed thread connecting us snapped. The pain subsided into a dull, throbbing ache, leaving behind an unnerving emptiness.

But with the emptiness came a strange sense of release. Freedom.

I pushed myself to my feet, my legs unsteady. I needed to leave. To pack. To get out of this house that had never been a home.

"Wait," Gavin called out as I turned toward the grand staircase.

I paused, my back to him.

"My lawyer will have the divorce papers drawn up. You can move out, but I have a proposal for you."

"You've done well managing the corporate restructuring projects," he said, his tone condescendingly magnanimous. "After the divorce, you can stay on at Carter Group. I'll create a position for you."

A position. A handout. He was offering me charity. After tearing my soul apart, he was offering me a job, as if I were some stray he felt obligated to feed.

Slowly, I turned back to face him. For the first time since he'd walked in, a genuine expression crossed my face. A smile. It was a cold, sharp, merciless thing.

"Work?" I repeated softly, the word tasting like poison. My gaze swept over the ridiculously expensive art on the walls, the sterile furniture, and finally landed back on his face. "No, Gavin. I won't be staying."

My voice dropped, taking on the hard, lethal edge I had honed during my years as a rogue. "My work saved your company once. I won't save it a second time."

I let the words hang in the air, watching his confusion morph into anger.

"You and your family," I finished, my smile widening into a predatory baring of teeth, "had better pray you never need me again."

Before he could respond, I turned and walked away. As I ascended the stairs, my back straight and my head held high, I allowed myself one last glance into the living room. My eyes fell on a dusty, forgotten folder on a side table. It was the investment proposal from two years ago, the one that had pulled Carter Group back from the brink of bankruptcy.

The one he had never bothered to read past the signature line.

He had no idea who he had just thrown away.

And he was about to find out.