The Alpha Threw His True Luna Away

During the Full Moon Charity Livestream, Alpha Damian auctioned off my late mother's wedding gown—to influencer Lydia—in front of the entire Wildhowl Pack. Wrapped in the delicate vintage lace, Lydia threw herself into his arms and tilted her head just enough to expose the mark on her neck. "Damian said only a pure-blood she-wolf like me deserves to stand beside him." The comments exploded. Everyone knew that gown was supposed to be draped over my shoulders by Damian himself that very night. I stood by him from the day he was nothing more than an exiled Rogue until he became the Alpha of the Wildhowl Pack. And now, smiling into the cameras, he twisted the knife. "Clara understands. She'd never compete with a patient." A patient? Last night, Lydia was standing beside my bed, trying on my engagement ring. My wolf, Iris, trembled with rage. Instead, I calmly turned the camera toward myself. "Fine." "Then let's show everyone what you were doing on your knees last night, begging me." Right before the livestream cut to black, Damian's face turned deathly pale for the first time.

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