Rejected for an Heir: The Barren Luna's Secret

My husband, the Alpha, told me the pack needed an heir, and since I was "barren," he had found a solution.

Her name was Aria. She smelled like artificial vanilla and rotting peaches.

Alex claimed she was just a surrogate, a vessel to carry his bloodline.

Yet, he moved her into the nursery I had prepared for our own children.

He let her wear the Luna's silver gown to the Moon Festival, an honor reserved only for me.

When she staged a fall and blamed me, Alex used his Alpha Command to force me to my knees, humiliating me in front of the entire pack.

He even drained his own life-force to give her a blood transfusion for a fake illness, ignoring my warnings that it would weaken the pack.

He looked at me with cold hatred, calling me a broken human, while he groomed her publicly like a mate.

I realized then that he didn't just want a child. He wanted to replace me.

So, when his father handed him a stack of "business documents" to sign, Alex didn't read the fine print.

He thought he was protecting his assets for his new future.

He didn't realize he had just signed our divorce papers.

I cleaned my scent from the house, left my ring on the table, and boarded a jet to Paris.

Alex thinks I'm visiting a sick cousin.

He doesn't know I've left forever.

And he certainly doesn't know that the moment I severed our bond, my "dormant" wolf finally woke up.

Chapter 1

Kat POV:

The sterilization of the medical wing always smelled like despair and antiseptic, but today, it smelled like my end.

"I am sorry, Luna Katarina," Dr. Evans said, avoiding my eyes. He was a Beta, and his inability to hold my gaze told me everything. "Your wolf... she is not just dormant. The tests confirm a complete lack of spiritual resonance. Biologically, you are human. You cannot carry an Alpha pup. The energy required would kill you."

I sat on the cold examination table, gripping the edge until my knuckles turned white. Outside, the Blood Moon Pack was preparing for the autumn hunt, vibrant and alive. Inside, I was a hollow shell. A vessel that had failed its only purpose.

"The Elders have been informed," a deep voice rumbled from the doorway.

I didn't need to turn around. Alexander. My mate. The Alpha. His scent used to calm me—deep forests and storm-charged air—but lately, it was tainted.

"Alex," I whispered, sliding off the table. "We can try other ways. The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes."

Alex stepped into the room. Shoulders broad enough to carry our criminal empire, but eyes cold. Calculating.

"The Pack needs an heir, Kat," he said, voice flat. "A strong heir. Not a human child. The bloodline must be preserved."

He stepped aside.

She was petite, with cascading blonde hair and wide, innocent eyes. But the smell hit me like a physical blow. Cloying, artificial sweetness. Vanilla extract