Never Reject A Secret Luna Heiress

“You're nothing but a poor substitute. I'd never fall for a worthless Omega!" Her ex-husband, Alpha Aiden’s, words struck Rue like a slap across the face. "You’d never truly leave me—you’re just playing hard to get!"When Aiden abandoned their gravely ill daughter to chase after his lover, Rue finally reached her breaking point. She picked up the phone and called her father. "I’ve decided to return to the Wolf Clan with our daughter—and accept the arranged marriage."

From that moment, Rue vanished from Aiden's world, even fabricating news of her own death. Let him believe she was gone forever. But fate had other plans. When they crossed paths again, Aiden was stunned to discover that the Alpha he had been desperately trying to curry favor with was none other than Rue’s father.

"I was never an Omega," Rue revealed coldly. "I’m the heir of the Blood Claw Pack—the billionaire Alpha’s daughter."

Aiden's shock only deepened when he learned Rue possessed not just formidable wolf powers, but also rare healing abilities and the gift of mind-reading. Worse still, she now had a new man by her side."Please… come back. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have underestimated you," Aiden begged.But Rue only linked arms with his sworn rival and sneered. "Ex-husband, get lost. Don’t waste my time."As she walked away with their child in her arms, Aiden could only watch in anguish.

-Just a Stand-In

Rue’s POV

Laughter spilled out of the Half Moon Pack’s banquet hall like a cruel reminder of the life I didn’t belong to.

The soft pulse of live music, the distant chime of crystal glasses, the easy sound of wolves celebrating, the kind of sound that used to make me smile.

But now, it only reminded me how far away I truly was.

I stood just outside the doors, tucked in the shadows, the sharp scent of pine and champagne mixing in the cool night air.

My hand hovered over the brass handle. My heart pounded in my chest, not from nerves, but from fear. A tight, aching dread I couldn’t shake.

I shouldn’t be here.

But I had no choice.

I was here for one reason and one reason only.

Iris.

My daughter. My whole world. She turned three today.

And she was dying.

The doctors had been blunt. The venom in her system had spread too fast. Her body was fragile, weakened by countless hospital visits and a lifetime of struggling just to breathe.

They said it would take a miracle for her to survive the night, let alone the surgery.

When I asked what she wanted for her birthday, she didn’t ask for toys or cake. She didn’t even ask for me.

She asked for him.

Aiden. Her father.

My husband. My chosen mate of three years. The man who hadn’t visited his daughter in weeks. The man whose love I had once clung to like oxygen.

The man who had drifted so far, he might as well have been a stranger.

I told