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The Unwanted Luna Queen

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"I am going to be the one to f**k that sassiness out of you," Kane said, his eyes flickering with his wolf.

"No, I will be the one to do that, for f*****g disobeying me," Calix retorted, his calm, relaxed posture contrasting with the sinful desire in his eyes.

"I will be the one to punish her!" Alaric interjected, swaggering into the room like he owned everything and everyone inside. He did.

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Hazel grew up working as a servant in the Green Forest Pack, with no guardian or friend. On her eighteenth birthday, hope ignited within her when she found out that the alpha’s son was her mate. But he rejected her for being a bastard and the daughter of a w***e.

Broken and ruined, Hazel yearned for solitude, but she was taken along with the other girls in the pack. She had no idea why until she found herself in the royal palace of the Alpha Kings—the disabled Alpha Kings.

Kane and Calix are twins: one is blind, and the other is deaf. Then there is Alaric, the Alpha King, who is unable to walk. The alpha king needed a bride, and every girl rejected him because of his disabilities. But Hazel didn’t. She wanted to escape her pack and its ruthlessness. The only way to save herself was to accept this disabled alpha king.

Hazel agreed to marry Alaric, but she found out that Kane and Calix were her second-chance mates. She had no idea she had powers until she healed all the brothers of their afflictions. But as soon as they regained their strength, they all rejected her to be with girls they considered better.

Heartbroken once again, Hazel ran away, but she carried something with her—their baby in her womb.

What happens when the brothers find out they need Hazel's powers to keep their throne after she is long gone?

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1:Rejected servant
Hazel's POV "He should reject her!" “How could she even think about becoming our next Luna? A servant by birth?” “Look at how hopeful she is, thinking this is all a joke.” “Say it, dammit, you pathetic loser.” Hearing all these things coming from the pack members, I lowered my head, waiting for Orlo to reject me because everyone knew I was going to get rejected. Clearly, I was stupidly hopeful that it wouldn't be the case. For once, I hoped to be accepted in this pack where I grew up, working in servitude for eighteen years because I was a bastard no one wanted. I was born to a woman who couldn’t stand being with her own daughter, preferring to w***e around instead. She lives in this pack with me, but I have never seen her once since she signed away my life to become a servant as soon as I came of age in her place. Last I heard, some of the servants were taunting me that my mother is f*****g the alpha’s men, even younger kids my age. They said a few bucks would get her to open her legs for them and that she is a good lay. I remember throwing up whenever they told me about how they sleep with my mother or how my mother gives them the best blow job. Or how she took their virginity. It hurts so much that some people try so hard to rub it in my face, as if it were my fault my mother decided to be a w***e and give birth to me after sleeping with a man she doesn’t even know. Green Forest Pack is a small pack where everyone knows about me, and they never miss an opportunity to mock me, even though I bow my head deep so they won’t notice me. Some scream that I’m supposed to be sent away, but since I’m a servant, I am forever shackled to the pack until my last breath. “I, Orlo Thompson, reject you, Hazel Bastard, as my mate and future Luna,” Orlo said in a loud voice so the entire pack could hear him. Everyone in the pack cheered in joy. The Alpha behind his son looked evilly indifferent, knowing his son was never going to accept the w***e’s daughter, who is also a bastard. They gave me the last name to humiliate me, and I am humiliated, alright. “Do you, Hazel Bastard, accept this rejection?” The Elder present for the rejection asked, looking smug. Of course. His daughter is Orlo’s girlfriend, and everyone wanted them together from the beginning. The cruel daughter who threatened to break my bones if I didn't accept the rejection. I knew I had no other choice even then. She would go through with her threat. It was a few minutes ago, while I was standing in the crowd being called up to the stage to accept or not accept the rejection from Orlo. She matched my naked foot with her thin high heels. Servants are not allowed to wear heels. “If you don’t accept this rejection from Orlo, I’m going to make your life harder than it already is. Your mother is a w***e in this pack, you will follow her footsteps, and it won’t be as willing as she is. Watch me.” She gave a sinister smile, pressed her heels more on my foot, and then left. “I, Hazel, accept the rejection from Orlo Thompson,” I answered, and just like that, shoes were thrown at me. The guards rudely escorted me down the makeshift stage where the pack members were able to get their hands on me to beat me with everything they could. I could feel something wet trailing down my back, blood. I managed to escape when the Elder called out from the stage that his daughter and Orlo were about to take their vows and complete the mating bond. Their attention went back to their favorite couple on the stage as they all smiled happily at one another. “I, Orlo Thompson, want to take you, Khloe Rae, as my mate, future wife, and Luna,” Orlo was saying, his smile genuine and large. It isn't my fault that I wanted and hoped that handsome Orlo would accept me as his mate because that is the only way for me to get out of this wretched life of being a servant. If not this, then I’m forever going to be a servant here until the day I die. And he was the one who growled out the word "mate" in the midst of the others finding their own mates. My only mistake was leaving the servants' quarters on the outskirts of the pack. I wanted to see how they all found their mates, but Orlo saw me and growled out the word "mate." All attention shifted back to me at that moment, and I couldn’t run away. There was also this great hope in my heart because the look in his eyes at first was pure instinct of possessiveness from his wolf. Until he regained his senses minutes later. Everyone held their breath, waiting for him to react, then he let out a disdainful laugh that the Moon Goddess was toying with him. He said he was going to reject me, and he did. Here I am, dragging myself back to the servants' quarters. It was a long journey back to the outskirts of the pack, but I tried my best to get there. My wounds won’t heal with the sun glaring down on me. They have also made our wolves—the servants—weak in this pack. They barely feed us anything other than stale bread and leftover meat that has been in the house for days. When they do feed us, it is filled with poisons that weaken our wolves. I heard my wolf only once, then she disappeared. Getting to the servants' quarters all battered and bloody, everyone stared at me with disgust as though we were not of the same rank. They think I’m lower because of who my mother is. Pathetic. “They should have just killed her,” I heard one of them whispering as I passed to the small room I share with five other servants. I swallowed the hurt in my throat because every time I got bloody and beaten to the point of death, I thought they would sympathize with me even once. They never did, though. They want me dead for a crime I never committed. I got on the one single broken mattress in the room that we take turns sleeping on. Today was my turn to sleep there, but as soon as my roommates walked in and saw me bloody, they pushed me off the bed with such force that I felt something c***k in my arm. “Why would you ruin the mattress?” One yelled. I couldn’t even see her with the onslaught of pain all over me. Now it is going to take forever for me to heal, and it is going to leave scars and bruises as usual. I don’t know what will happen with the broken arm, and I have so much work to do in the pack house later this afternoon. Slowly rising, I made my way to the river where we are supposed to wash the pack members' clothes, but that is where we bathe. It is disgusting and dirty, but we have no other option than that. I went inside for a quick swim to clean myself despite my arm being twisted at an ugly angle. I swam for a long time when I heard sounds I never hear in the village. Cars. There are literally three cars in the entire village that belong to the Alpha, Beta, and Alpha’s son Orlo. Curious, I wore my skimpy gray dress because I didn’t want to miss what was going on. Whimpering at my broken arm, I made my way to the trees and hid behind them, then saw large black cars parking. Huge men stepped out from each car. They went to the mating ceremony ground where everyone was still standing, watching other wolves get mated. They spoke to the Alpha, who looked scared at first, then he smiled and gave a go-ahead nod. Then something unexpected happened. All the girls, I noticed, were mate-less, started walking towards the cars looking excited as they giggled. Even Khloe looked disappointed that she couldn’t join. “What are you doing here, lass?” I jumped in fear when the unfamiliar voice came from behind me, and I turned. My eyes clashed with one of the huge men from the cars, dressed in all black clothes and sunglasses covering his eyes. He c****d a brow at my arm, then took it and twisted it in the right direction, which earned a scream from me. I screamed from the top of my lungs. “Do you have a mate?” He asked seriously, like he didn’t just twist my arm. “N–no,” I stuttered as tears streamed down my face, though my arm was relieved. “You are coming with me.”

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