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Rise of the Rejected Luna

"I will tie you to the bedpost and fuck you like a dirty little slut. Our bodies will meet in perfumes and in sweat until you're screaming for mercy from me… your big bad fuckable lord and Alpha." He vowed and my face seared with humiliation. Wasn't it laughable that I was not humiliated because of his words, but because of what the thoughts that lingered at the back of my mind were? I wanted every bit of it. The crazy wild sex, the toxic bond… somehow—the sound of them set my soul on fire. I wanted them all. ____ Phoebe Skywalker is a humble maid in the mansion of the Prestigious Blue Moon’s Alpha. When she is chosen as the Moon's Chosen who is destined to mate with the Alpha, no one expected this taboo as only elites were allowed to become the Luna. Unable to tolerate this humiliation, the arrogant Alpha rejects her. But the Alpha Council intervenes, forcing him to mate with the unlikely chosen one. Phoebe becomes the pack’s Luna but Alpha Kaene would never open his heart to her… or so he thought. When he tries his best to intimidate her, promising her unending nights of merciless lovemaking, Kaene doesn't expect the feisty side of Phoebe that he soon comes to discover. The taboo Luna shocks everyone as she not only shines in conquering enemies but also in stealing the heart of the stoic Alpha Kaene.

HeeSha_TA · Fantasia
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99 Chs

_Bigger Fish

Negan

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After my little chat with Elsa that night, I was even more curious now to meet with Rowland.

He must've gotten a lot of juicy clips of Phoebe and me for former Luna Catherine's plan... Whatever that may be.

My best bet was that she wanted to use the images to blackmail Phoebe somehow, not caring about what it would do to my reputation as well.

"It's fine. It's all part of the plan." I thought to myself, smirking coldly as I finally walked into my private residence.

I entered the room where Phoebe and I had done the deed barely a few minutes ago, taking in the scent of her pheromones which still lingered.

If I didn't have better control of my wolf than pure-blood wolves, hell knows, I would've done a lot more to Phoebe.

Walking to the balcony with a glass of whiskey in hand, I waited patiently, staring at the full moon which had a peculiar blue tinge tonight.