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The Abused Luna's Comeback

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] She was the most unpopular female wolf in the New Moon Pack, as lowly as a blade of grass. Eight years ago, her mother went missing, her father was killed, and her entire pack was exterminated. Thus, she had been demoted to the lowest servant level by her father's murderer. For eight years, she had been beaten, cursed, and starved, but she kept her identity a secret. This year, she turned eighteen years old. He was the alpha of the largest werewolf pack in all of America and shone like the sun. With his perfectly sculpted face and a tremendous amount of money, no werewolf didn't know his name, and he was the dream lover of every woman. Everything seemed perfect, except for the fact that he didn't have a mate yet. This year, he turned twenty-six years old. What kind of spark or conflict would there be when they meet by chance? “Rose, I can give you everything you want. In exchange, you have to be mine.” “Alpha, the truth is, I'm—” "Oh, Jesus f*cking Christ! Now, you will never escape me, my Luna.

Author qkO7aX · Integral
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She Means a Lot to Me

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

[Edward's P.O.V.]

The next day.

I woke up next to Rose, my mate. She was still sound asleep as her long and curly eyelashes quivered with each small breath she took.

I got up carefully so as not to wake her. Then I went to my study, pulled out the drawer, and took out the box.

I wasn't supposed to take it out next to my mate, but Rose's words last night surprised me. I thought she didn't care about my past, but I could tell when she mentioned Emily that there was a hint of jealousy, especially when she asked me if she was just a slave I'd saved, not a lover.

I'd never really favored any of the one-night stands I had. And if anyone could stop my feelings for Rose, it was the owner of the box.

Although I was a firm believer in the whole concept of a mate, and I should love Rose deeply, I was overwhelmed by the growing sense of attachment to the owner of the hairpin. Yet I didn't know what the problem was.