The Unwanted Luna: Secret Heiress Of The White Wolf

I walked into my kitchen to find my husband's assistant wearing nothing but his white dress shirt.

Jami sat on the granite counter, sipping coffee from my favorite mug. My husband, Dustin, stood next to her, smiling in a way he hadn't smiled at me in years.

When they saw me, there was no shame.

Instead, Jami sent a photo to my phone while sitting ten feet away.

It was an ultrasound.

"The Alpha's bloodline," the caption read. "Something you couldn't give him."

I demanded an explanation, but Dustin only looked at me with cold, dead eyes.

"She carries my heir, Eliana," he said, shielding her with his body. "You are barren and unstable. Go back to bed."

When I refused, he used the Alpha Command to force me to my knees, humiliating me in my own home while his mistress watched with a triumphant smirk.

He thought I was just a submissive wife. He thought I was trapped by the bond, acting as an endless battery for him to drain to keep his own volatile power in check.

He conveniently forgot that before I was his Luna, I was the sole heiress to the David mining dynasty.

He forgot that everything in this house-from the security system to the very foundation-was paid for with my money.

I fought against the crushing weight of his command and forced myself to stand.

"I reject you, Dustin Powell."

As he collapsed in agony from the severed bond, I didn't help him. I picked up my phone and called my legal team.

"I want it all gone," I ordered, staring at the horror on his face. "If I bought it, take it. Start with the mattress."

Chapter 1

Eliana POV

I woke up to the acrid stench of burnt sugar and ozone.

It wasn't the scent of breakfast. It was Dustin-specifically, the scent of his Alpha pheromones, hanging thick and suffocating in the air.

Once, his scent had been like a forest after rain-calming, grounding. Now, it tasted like anxiety and concealed aggression.

I sat up in the king-sized bed, the silk sheets cold on the side where he should have been.

My hand instinctively went to my neck. The *Marking* there, the scar where his teeth had claimed me as his Mate during the *Recognition Ritual* five years ago, felt faint.

It didn't thrum with the warm, golden energy it used to. It pulsed weakly, like a dying ember struggling against the ash.

I walked downstairs, my bare feet silent on the marble floor. I was a ghost in my own home.

Laughter drifted from the kitchen.

"Oh, Dustin, you're terrible," a high-pitched voice cooed.

I froze.

Standing by the granite island was Jami Salinas, my husband's administrative assistant. She was wearing nothing but one of Dustin's white dress shirts. The hem barely grazed her thighs.

Dustin stood leaning against the counter, sipping coffee. His eyes, usually so guarded with me lately, were crinkled in amusement.

*Don't forget the meeting with the Gamma at ten,* Jami *Mind-Linked* him.

I couldn't hear the words, of course, but I felt the psychic push of it-a static pressure against my temples that signaled a private channel. It was rude to use the link in front of others, a blatant display of intimacy.

The air in the kitchen was a toxic cocktail. Jami's sickly sweet vanilla Omega scent was clashing with Dustin's forest musk, creating a cloying miasma that made my stomach turn.

My *Inner Wolf* paced in the back of my mind, her hackles raised, whimpering in disgust.

Dustin looked up. His smile vanished instantly.

"You're up," he said, his voice flat. He didn't offer me a cup. He just turned back to Jami, taking the mug she held out to him.

"Good morning, Eliana," Jami chirped, her eyes flashing with a predatory gleam. She didn't adjust the shirt. She wanted me to see.

I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. I moved to the coffee machine, acting like an automaton. "Good morning."

"Dustin and I were just discussing the dinner with the Elder Council tonight," Jami said, hopping up onto a barstool. "Since it's going to be discussing pack expansion, I figured I should go. You know, to take notes."

She looked at me, a smirk playing on her lips. "It's technical stuff. Boring for a housewife."

I gripped the counter until my knuckles turned white. I had a degree in Economics. I had managed the Pack's trade routes for three years before Dustin asked me to 'step back' to focus on producing an heir.

Dustin didn't even look at me. "She's right, Eliana. You don't need to come tonight. Stay home and rest."

"Rest?" I whispered. "I'm your Luna. The Elders expect me."

"They expect a competent leadership team," Dustin snapped, finally meeting my gaze. His eyes were cold. "Jami knows the current projects. You don't."

My heart squeezed. I didn't know the projects because he had deliberately stopped sharing the files with me.

I used to be his anchor. When his Alpha blood ran too hot, I was the one who released calming pheromones to keep him sane. Now, I was just furniture.

*Are you still letting that mutt walk all over you?*

The voice in my head was Sarah, my best friend from university. The sudden *Mind-Link* made me jump.

I didn't answer. I couldn't.

I walked to the window, staring out at the sprawling grounds of the Obsidian Pack. Something in me was cracking. It wasn't a loud break, but a quiet, structural failure.

*Buzz.*

My phone vibrated on the counter. I picked it up. It was a message from Jami, even though she was sitting less than ten feet away.

It was a picture. An ultrasound.

*The Alpha's bloodline,* the caption read. *Something you couldn't give him.*

The world stopped. The silence in the kitchen was deafening.

I looked at the black and white image, staring at the grainy grayscale truth that represented the future of this Pack.

A baby. He got her pregnant.

My *Inner Wolf* didn't howl. She didn't rage. She just... stopped. It felt like a candle being snuffed out in a dark room.

I turned around. "Dustin."

My voice was terrifyingly calm.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed at the interruption of his flirtation. "What is it now, Eliana? I have to go."

"We need to talk."

"Later," he said, waving his hand dismissively as he grabbed his briefcase. Jami slid off the stool, linking her arm through his. "We're late."

I watched them walk out the door. Jami glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes dancing with triumph.

My *White Wolf* lineage, buried deep beneath years of suppression and the heavy sedatives Dustin's doctors prescribed, stirred.

A low, dangerous growl vibrated in my chest.

"No," I whispered to the empty room. "Not later."

I turned toward the stairs. I wasn't going to wait.