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Rejected While Pregnant: The Masked Alpha’s Luna Queen

Rejected While Pregnant: The Masked Alpha’s Luna Queen

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I didn’t have it all. I wasn’t well loved. I had a weak wolf. But I had him—my fated mate, the man I loved with my life. Ryan Crest was like the air I breathed. And then, on my twentieth birthday, everything came crashing down. He drugged me. Delivered me to a room. And by morning, he rained accusations on my head. I was rejected, betrayed, flogged, and thrown out—no trial, no justice, not even when the truth stared everyone in the face. My sister took my place. Pregnant with his heir. A scheme well planned. But from the ashes rose a cold Alpha—masked, dangerous, yet fiercely protective. With him, I carried a child of my own. And for the first time since my fall, I was certain of one thing: I would live. Protected. And maybe… loved.

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