Rejected by the Alpha for a Fake Heir

Five years ago, a silver bullet meant for Alpha Liam shattered my spine. I took the shot to save him, and in exchange, my inner wolf went silent. I became a ghost in my own pack—the barren Luna.

But gratitude has an expiration date. Liam brought Sarah home, claiming she was just a "designated breeder" for the heir I couldn't provide.

It was a lie. When Sarah faked a fall, Liam didn't defend me. To appease the Elders, he ordered me to be whipped with silver lashes.

He watched from the balcony as I bled.

Later, on the day he marked her, he drained my rare blood to save her from a "miscarriage," then handed me a one-way ticket to Paris.

"It's for your safety," he said, exiling me to make room for his new family.

I looked at the man I sacrificed everything for. He didn't see a wife; he saw a resource to be used and discarded. He thought he could break me and send me away quietly.

So, I gave him exactly what he wanted: a dead Luna.

I didn't board the plane to Paris. Instead, I let him watch the news report that Flight 815 had crashed into the Atlantic with no survivors.

While he went mad with grief, realizing Sarah was a fraud, I was in the North, unlocking the White Wolf he thought was gone forever.

When we met again, I wasn't his broken wife. I was holding another Alpha's hand.

"Liam Vance," I smiled, my eyes glowing white. "I reject you."

Chapter 1

Eleanor POV:

The Grand Hall of the Blood Moon estate felt less like a home and more like a mausoleum. The air was thick, choking on a cocktail of expensive scotch, nervous sweat, and the cloying, over-sweet perfume that clung to Sarah like a second skin.

I stood in the shadows, nursing a glass of water. My back throbbed—a phantom echo of the silver bullet that shattered my spine five years ago. That bullet was meant for Liam. I took it, and in exchange, my inner wolf went silent. I was the Luna in title, but a ghost in practice.

"Silence!"

The command rolled off Liam’s tongue, not with malice, but with an exhausted weight. The Alpha’s Voice dropped every wolf to their knees. Even broken as I was, my human instincts screamed to submit.

Liam stood on the dais. He looked tired. Dark circles bruised the skin under his eyes, and his shoulders were tight. He wasn't looking at me. He was staring at the floor, while the woman beside him beamed.

Sarah. She rested a manicured hand on her flat stomach, playing the part of the miracle mother.

"My people," Liam announced, his voice raspy. "The Blood Moon Pack requires a future. The Council has spoken. We need an heir."

I gripped my glass until my knuckles turned white. I saw Liam’s jaw clench. He hated this speech. I knew him well enough to see the strings the