The Unwanted Luna: Claimed By The True Alpha King

For seven years, I was the barren, wolf-less Luna, tolerating my husband's coldness and his "friendship" with Haven.

I thought I was defective.

Until I found the papers transferring our pack's wealth to Haven's son—a boy with Aiden's eyes.

When I tried to leave, Haven framed me for kidnapping the child.

Aiden didn't ask for an explanation. He didn't check the tracker that proved my innocence.

He let them drag me to a warehouse, bound in silver chains that burned my skin.

Drugged into a feral state, my own mate beat me until my ribs shattered, believing I was a rogue enemy.

Through the haze of pain, I heard Haven's voice over the intercom, laughing.

"She thinks she donated a kidney to you, Aiden. She doesn't know we drained her Wolf Essence to boost your power."

My weakness wasn't a sickness. It was a theft. They had cannibalized my soul to build his throne.

I was supposed to die there.

But as Aiden walked away, leaving me in a pool of blood, a power I thought was lost ignited in my veins.

I dragged myself to the wall and wrote with trembling, bloody fingers:

"I REJECT YOU."

The bond severed with a crack like thunder.

They thought they were burying a dog.

They didn't realize they were waking a Phoenix.

Chapter 1

Charlotte POV:

The study was freezing. It smelled of old paper and the lemon polish the Omegas slathered on everything. I wasn't supposed to be here. The East Wing was Aiden's territory, strictly forbidden to me, his wife, the Luna of the Herrera Pack.

But I needed my mother's moonstone earrings. They were the last piece of her I had left. Aiden had confiscated them during his last rage, claiming they were "too trashy" for a Luna.

My hands shook as I opened the bottom drawer of his mahogany desk. No earrings. Instead, a thick folder bound in red leather sat there.

Asset Transfer Agreement.

My heart hammered against my ribs. In our world, the Pack operates like a massive corporation bound by blood laws. Assets aren't just cash; they are territory, the spirit veins that fuel our wolves.

I flipped it open. My eyes scanned the legalese until they hit the beneficiary.

Leo.

Aiden was transferring the core spirit vein and thirty percent of the Herrera Corporation shares to a seven-year-old boy. A boy who, officially, was just a distant cousin's kid.

The guardian signature next to Leo's name made my breath hitch.

Haven Herrera.

"So, the rumors were right," I whispered to the empty room.

I looked at the lawyer's addendum clipped to the back. It stated clearly that Charlotte Knox-Herrera held no executive power and no inheritance rights. I was a figurehead. A decoration. A Luna in name only, stripped of authority because I couldn't shift.

Laughter drifted in through the heavy velvet curtains.

I walked to the window. Down in the garden, the late afternoon sun bathed the manicured lawn in gold.

Aiden was