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Someone I hadn't talked to in forever suddenly texted me: "Good news~ Just had an 8-pound baby boy! Mom and baby doing great! ?" I frowned at my screen. We weren't even close. So I ignored it. Then another text came through. "Jaxon Reid, CEO of Apexion Group, just became a dad! Feel free to send your congrats! ??" WAIT. Apexion Group is my dad's company. Jaxon Reid is MY husband. What the he11? I sent back a single question mark. A few minutes later, she exploded. "Seriously? Everyone else sent a cash gift. Can't you READ?" "You don't even know my husband?! I'm being nice, giving you a chance to kiss up to my family, and you can't even take it?" "Stay broke, b!tch. Blocked!" My blood boiled. Then it hit me—I finally remembered who she was. Blair Finch. Right. Did she seriously forget? I'M her landlord. Her cute little store pulling in half a mil a year? Lease expires tomorrow. Guess I'll swing by and ask one he11 of a question: Since when does my trophy husband—the one living off MY family's money—just have a baby with HER? I immediately messaged Blair to confront her, but— Message failed to send. I took a deep breath. Just as I was about to screenshot everything and send it to Jaxon, the HOA group chat was blowing up. Blair had posted our conversation—with her own caption: "Some folks are just bitter." "I share baby news and she has to be all passive-aggressive with a question mark." In the screenshots, she'd cropped out all the parts where she cursed me out. And even Photoshopped in a line I never said: "Oh wow, a baby boy? How special. Keep your trashy good luck to yourself!" I NEVER said that. The editing was sloppy as he11, but no one in the group noticed. They were already tearing me apart. "Someone's celebrating and she's being this nasty? What's wrong with sending a little cash gift?" "Who is this b!tch? So rude! Sending question marks and insulting people! I'm so pissed!" But she didn't stop there. Blair dug up a gym photo I'd posted six months ago and shared it in the group. I was wearing a sports bra, holding dumbbells. "She's always posting thirst traps to seduce men. Clearly a wh0re. Ladies, watch your husbands around her!" I was shaking with rage. My retail space sits at the busiest spot in Manhattan. I've never had trouble renting it out. Years ago, when Blair wanted to lease it, she couldn't even afford the first year's rent upfront. Jaxon convinced me to cut her some slack. "Her mom was sick, we should let her rent first and pay later." I gave in. And he handled the whole thing, personally leasing the store to Blair. We met once after that. I added her on WhatsApp. The group kept buzzing: "I've seen her before. Lives in Building 17. Drives a luxury car. Loaded." "Oh yeah, I know that car. Black Porsche. Always parked outside Blair's store." "She's so young and doesn't even work. Wonder what she does for a living ?" Blair replied: "? Who knows? Probably got a few sugar daddies paying her bills." The further I scrolled, the colder I felt. They'd already dug up my unit number and license plate. Then someone tagged me. "Oh look, she's in here. Come on, say something. Why are you so MEAN?" I took a deep breath and typed fast. "She's spreading lies. I'll be pursuing legal action." "Is that really what happened? Let me post the full, unedited conversation right now!" The group chat suddenly went silent. No one expected me to actually speak up. I was about to post the screenshots when a message popped up. "You have been removed from this chat." Right before kicking me out, Blair sent one last message. "Ew, disgusting. How is this dirty s1ut even in here?" "Trying to slander me? My group doesn't welcome garbage like her!" I was fuming. Then property management called. "Ms. Thorne, there's been an incident with your vehicle. Can you come down?" I headed out immediately and tried calling Jaxon. No answer. He'd claimed he was handling a major client this week. Hadn't been home in days. Just in case, I called my dad and asked him to come over. I kept a low profile after getting married. Jaxon, on the other hand, became hot CEO at my dad's company. We'd been together four years. I married him despite him being broke. Didn't care. When I reached Blair's store, property management was nowhere in sight. But what I saw made my blood run cold. My black Porsche was DESTORYED. Tires slashed. Body covered in scratches. Windshield smashed. And spray-painted across the side in red: "HOMEWRECKER." But that wasn't even the worst part. Outside her store, she'd hung a massive poster. It showed the cropped screenshots, blown up, with huge text: "NEIGHBORHOOD MENACE. Curses a Newborn Out of Jealousy!" Below that, my gym photo—plastered with vile insults. Blair's voice drifted out from inside the store. "Oh look, the witch herself. What are you doing here?" I didn't let her finish, stepped forward and ripped the poster down. "What gives you the right to plaster my photo up!" Blair snatched it back. "This is MY store. I do whatever I want." I stared at her, speechless. "You're renting this place. Since when is it yours?" Several women shopping nearby jumped in. "Everyone knows Blair's husband is Apexion Group's CEO! He bought her this store!" "Yeah! While she was in labor, Jaxon stayed by her side the whole time. Didn't even go to work!" "She shared good news out of kindness, and you insulted her. Posting the truth isn't too much!" Blair smirked. "Hear that? You have no idea who you're messing with." So that was the "important client" Jaxon had been with. Blair. In labor. I almost laughed. "Fine. Let me call Jaxon Reid right now." Blair snatched the phone from my hand. "Who do you think you are, calling my husband by his full name?!" Then she noticed my lock screen. Jaxon's photo. She screamed and hurled my phone to the ground. "Oh, I get it now!" "You're his mistress! You actually dared to come here and show off?" I'd had enough and shoved her aside. "I'm Jaxon's WIFE and your landlord! Get him out here—" Blair stumbled back into a table. "Your husband? Have you no shame?!" Then she clutched her side, gasping. "She hit me! Help!" "This homewrecker's trying to seduce my husband and now she's attacking me—right after I gave birth!" The crowd immediately erupted. "So she came prepared! Steals someone's husband and now attacking the real wife!" "She's the landlord? What a ridiculous lie!" "If we don't help, she'll get away with it!" Blair had turned the whole crowd against me. There was no way I could defend myself now. Then I remembered—the marriage certificate and the lease agreement were still in my car. I turned to go get them. Blair lunged at me and slapped me hard across the face. "Girls! She's trying to run! Don't let her!" Everything went black for a second. My head spun. "You—" Before I could finish, several women grabbed my arms and held me down. "Let go of me!" I struggled. "The contract! I have my marriage certificate and the lease in my car! I'm not lying!" Someone opened my car door and pulled out my briefcase. Blair grabbed it, yanked out the contract, and tore it in half without even looking at it. She crumpled the pieces and threw them in my face. "You came here with fake documents. Don't even need to read it, you fraud!" The women around me spat at me. "You lying homewrecker! Everyone saw you attack her first!" "Stop lying! Blair's such a sweet woman—fresh produce, fair prices. You're just slandering her!" "Exactly! We can tell who's good and who's garbage!" "I already called the cops! We're not letting you get away with this!" Then the punches and slaps started raining down on me. I've trained for years—could handle one or two people. But this many? No chance. My hair was yanked loose. My clothes were torn. My face bu//rned. Then Blair found something else in my bag. My marriage certificate with Jaxon. Her face went pale. "Everyone look! This homewrecker even forged a marriage certificate!" I tried to lift my head. "Forged? That's real—" "Shut up!" Blair slapped me again. "I've been married to my husband for five years! This is obviously fake!" "So desperate to steal my husband, you even faked a marriage certificate! Shameless!" The women gasped and chimed in. "My God, she's terrifying. She'd do anything to steal someone's husband!" "Forgery is illegal. The cops need to investigate her properly!" My head was spinning. Wait. Blair said she's been married to Jaxon for five years? What is going on? She tore my marriage certificate to pieces, then pulled out her own. "Mine's registered at City Hall. Can your fake one compare?" Everyone leaned in to look. "Yeah! That's a real marriage certificate!" All the commotion woke the baby in the stroller. He burst into tears. Blair rushed over to pick him up, but he wouldn't stop crying. The women still had me pinned down, but my eyes drifted to the child's face. That little face. That nose. Those eyes. I had seen childhood photos of Jaxon. This child looked EXACTLY like him. There was no doubt—this child was Jaxon's son. So Jaxon's been keeping a mistress and a bas//tard right under my nose? Then why did both Blair and I have marriage certificates with his name on them?! Blair set her son down and spun around, grabbing me by the hair. "This is all your fault, you homewrecker!" "Look how badly you scared my baby!" My necklace snapped as she yanked me forward. It hit the ground with a sharp crack. That necklace was a limited-edition gift my dad gave my mom—worth millions. The last thing she left me. I tried to break free and reach for it. Blair stomped on it, grinding it until it was completely mangled. "If my son gets traumatized because of you, I'll make sure you lose everything!" My voice came out hoarse. "Stop—you can't touch that—" The crowd cheered. "Good! Beat her! Homewreckers deserve it! So satisfying!" "What's so special about it? Obviously a fake. Trying to show off." "Even if it's real, it's not worth much. Jaxon could buy her ten of those!" Hearing them mention Jaxon, I went cold. Calm. "Oh really? Then call him. Let's see if he can afford to replace it." Blair sneered. "Fine. You think you're untouchable because my husband dotes on you? I'll call him right now." "Men cheat. That's just what they do." "But you? You're the dumb b!tch who begged for a lesson." She pulled out her phone and called Jaxon. He picked up instantly. The same Jaxon who ignored my calls? He answered hers in ONE ring. "Babe, come back me up. Someone's causing trouble at my store!" I heard his voice on the other end. "What? That's ridiculous. I'm on my way." Blair hung up and patted my cheek. "My husband's coming. Let's see who he sides with." I spat in her face. "You'd better hope you don't end up kneeling and begging me." Blair froze. Then she went feral, kicking me hard. "You're insane!" "Just a cheap side piece, and you still don't know your place!" The crowd turned on me again. "Blair's the legal wife and just had his baby!" "You deserve this beating! When Jaxon gets here, he'll slap you himself!" Blair wasn't done. She looked around, as if searching for something. A moment later, she grabbed a watermelon from the fruit display. "If we don't settle this today, I'm not walking away!" That thing had to weigh at least twenty pounds. If it hit me, I'd have a concussion at best. I watched it get closer and closer. I shut my eyes as it came down— And then— The roar of engines exploded outside. Dozens of luxury cars pulled up, stopping in front of the store. From the lead car came a furious shout: "Stop! Lay a hand on her and you're done!" Everyone turned to look. My father's car was at the front of the convoy. Jaxon's right behind it.

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My fated mate rejected me at 4 AM in my own kitchen. Best thing that ever happened to me. Because here's what that @sshole didn't know when he called me tr@sh: I'm a gold wolf. The rarest, most powerful wolf alive. And my second chance mate? The Alpha King himself. So to everyone who shoved me in hallways, who laughed, who thought I was nothing— Buckle up. You're about to see what happens when your "weak little nerd" becomes your Queen. "Alaric! Brielle! Caelan! Get down here and eat your breakfast right now!" Mom—Elowyn Emberfang, our pack's Luna—her voice boomed up from downstairs. Oh yeah, forgot to mention—we're triplets. Tomorrow's our eighteenth birthday. Which means two things: we'll find our mates, and at exactly 11:59 PM—the moment we were born—we'll shift for the first time. Most wolves shift between sixteen and eighteen, but we're late bloomers. "The ABC Crew! Last call or you're gonna be late!" That's what Dad calls us when we're dragging our feet—Alaric, Brielle, Caelan. A-B-C. Real creative, Dad. I dragged myself out of bed, rubbed my eyes, and while I brushed my teeth, let me give you the rundown on the three of us. Alaric's the oldest—beat me out by four minutes. He got Dad's build—broad shoulders, all muscle, the kind of guy people just move out of the way for. Skin's that warm bronze from Mom's side, eyes this intense amber that can pin you in place. He keeps his locs tied back, always neat. Girls at the academy throw themselves at him, but Alaric shuts it down every time. Future Alpha of the Emberfang Pack can't just give his heart away to anyone. Still my best friend, though. Not that I'd admit it out loud. I'm number two. Got Dad's coloring—copper skin, eyes like autumn leaves. The Moon Goddess told my parents before we were born that my wolf would be... different. But they never told anyone. Fine by me. I learned early how to make myself invisible. Oversized hoodies even in summer, glasses I don't actually need, hair pulled up and stuffed under my hood. Let them say whatever. Being the weird one beats being stared at. And it's not just about hiding my body—it's about what happens when I shift. What my wolf looks like. That's the real secret. Then there's Brielle. My sister—if you wanna call her that—is gorgeous, I'll give her that. Honey-toned skin, deep brown eyes, hair down to her waist that she spends an hour straightening every morning. But she's also the entire reason I learned to keep my head down. Because Brielle's already claimed the future Alpha from the neighboring pack as hers. The Nightveil Pack's school bvrned down last semester, so now they're sharing space with us at the Emberfang Academy. Which means we see him every single day. Thaddeus Nightveil. I try not to think about him. We finally made it downstairs. Alaric was already good to go—dark jeans, a henley that didn't hide the muscle underneath, boots that cost more than most wolves save up for in months. I looked the same as always: oversized hoodie, baggy joggers, my most beat-up sneakers. Brielle, as usual, was dressed like she had a red carpet appearance—that top was so small you had to squint to call it a shirt, the skirt was basically a wide belt, and she had on four-inch heels. Dad was already by the door, keys in one hand, coffee in the other. "Let's move. Alaric already left." "I am NOT riding with her!" Brielle said, looking at me like I was tr@sh on the sidewalk. Dad didn't even glance up. "You're riding with her. You totaled three cars, Brielle. Deal with it for ten minutes." She whipped around to face me, eyes blazing. "Stay away from me at school! Don't talk to me, don't look at me. Don't even breathe in my direction!" I didn't answer. She's been saying the same stuff to me since we could walk. I slid into the driver's seat of the black Challenger—Dad gave it to me after my last growth spurt, and it's the only thing that makes me feel like I have any power at all—the engine rumbled under my palm. Brielle slammed the passenger door and immediately pulled out her phone, pressing herself against the door like she could teleport away from me if she tried hard enough. Long day ahead. But at least it's Friday. Thank Goddess for that. We got to school. Caelan didn't shut up the entire ride. I pulled the black Challenger into the Alpha kids' reserved spot. Next to me was Alaric's black Charger—he was already here. One spot over sat a deep blue Corvette. Caelan started screaming the second she saw it, so I didn't need to guess whose it was. Thaddeus Nightveil. Future Alpha of the Nightveil Pack. I try to avoid him. No special reason—the guy just hates me for no reason at all. He's the worst bully in this entire school. Bar none. His twin sister Wren's birthday is also tomorrow. My dad and his dad figured they'd just combine the parties—mostly because Caelan's convinced he's her fated mate. Even though Thaddeus treats me like garbage, I have to admit... he's hot. About six-three, same height as Alaric. Blue eyes—yeah, this dark-skinned @sshole has blue eyes that could svck you in if you stared too long. His short hair's always styled in perfect waves, and those tight T-shirts he wears show off abs that are way too defined. Wait. Stop. Brielle, what are you doing. I hate him. He hates me. We're even. I barely made it to my locker before the insults started flying. "Hey fatty, nerd, loser, ug1y, four-eyes—" That's just some of it. They only do this when Alaric's not around. Caelan, her crew, and Thaddeus—those three lead the pack. I don't say anything. They always say "snitches get stitches." Honestly, I'm not scared of them. Dad told me I could take down anyone, even an Alpha. When we spar, I can make him tap out. Thaddeus hates me, but his sister Wren is my best friend. Wren's always trying to get me to dress more girly, wants me to ditch these big-@ss glasses. We're wolves—she knows I don't actually need them. She walked over, threw her arm around my shoulder. "Brielle, you just gonna let them tr@sh-talk you like that? You know you could beat the sh!t out of them. Why put up with it?" I didn't answer. Just grabbed my books from my locker and sighed. "Let's get to class." Wren and I have every class together. She didn't push it, just tightened her arm around my shoulder a little. We walked to class together. Behind us, I could hear Caelan laughing. I pretended I didn't. --- Wren and I walked into the cafeteria. "Wren, why are you hanging out with that loser?" "Hey fatty, you should skip lunch." "Wren, come sit with us and leave that waste of space alone." Everyone was pointing at me, laughing. My eyes bvrned, but I wouldn't let the tears fall—no way I'd give them that satisfaction. Suddenly I wasn't hungry anymore. I turned to run and slammed into something, hitting the floor hard. "Watch where you're fvcking going, ug1y!" Thaddeus yelled, kicking me in the side. "I feel sorry for your future mate. He's gonna take one look at your face and reject you. Who'd want a weak, pathetic, fat four-eyes as a mate? I bet you'll die alone. Look at what you're wearing. Who'd want to be seen with someone like you?" He kept going. Finally kicked me in the face and walked off. I knew it was gonna swell up. I stayed on the floor, didn't move. Just wondering how people could be this cruel. Alaric walked in and saw me lying in the hallway crying. He immediately sat down next to me, pulled me into his arms, voice almost a roar. "Who did this? Brielle, who did this?" Viggo and Cade came over too. Both just as pissed—they've always treated me like a little sister. I didn't answer. Just cried against Alaric. "Brielle, you tell me right fvcking now! Who did this?" Dad was at school, in a meeting with the principal. Something about rogues showing up at the edge of the woods near campus. I didn't want him to see me like this. Someone would end up dead. I hate Thaddeus, but I don't want him to die today. Whether it's Dad or Alaric who does it, he's a dead man. My dad's the kind of Alpha you don't mess with. Piss him off and he'll snap your neck. He never jokes around, especially when it comes to his daughters. Yeah, I'm a daddy's girl. You probably figured that out already. Mom texted saying I could come home. Thank Goddess, I need to get out of this he11hole. Maybe she can get me out of tomorrow's party too. Alpha Alton, Luna Amira, Thaddeus, Wren, and his future Beta Cole and Gamma Lane are all staying on our territory to help set up for the party. Fvck. Why couldn't they just throw the party at their own pack? Caelan's POV I was sitting on Thaddeus's lap, tongue down his throat, when I caught Brielle and his sister walking into the cafeteria out of the corner of my eye. I immediately started tr@shing her. That's how you get the popular kids to accept you. Everyone was laughing. I know she's my sister, I should feel guilty, but I don't. She deserves it. Dad thinks she's so special, treats her like a princess. Yeah, she gets straight A's, does everything Dad tells her to. I know I've screwed up a lot, but fvck, I'm his daughter too. Brielle and Alaric both got new cars for their birthdays, and I'm stuck riding with that b!tch just because I totaled my last three cars. We have money. Dad could easily buy me another one, but he won't. Says I can work a few hours at his company every day like Alaric and Brielle do, save up and buy my own. Fvck that. Why should I have to do that? I'm gonna be Luna of the Nightveil Pack someday. They've got just as much money as we do. We'd just finished humiliating her when she ran out of the cafeteria. She won't tell anyone. I told her if she does, I'll make her life he11. I'll make her pathetic existence even worse than it already is. I can't wait to shift tonight. Legend says one of us three is a gold wolf, with special abilities from the Moon Goddess. I know it's gonna be me. That way my mate and I will be the strongest pair. We'll be a power couple. Brielle's weak and pathetic, so it definitely won't be her. Alaric's too soft, always running after Brielle to check if she's okay. Though maybe that compassion is what'll make him a good Alpha. He's a good brother. But I'm kinda jealous of how close he and Mom and Dad are with Brielle. Just wait. Wait till they find out I'm the gold wolf at the party. --- Luna Elowyn's POV I can't believe the triplets turn eighteen tomorrow. I remember when my mate and his father—he was still Alpha back then—came to my old pack, Ravencrest, to sign a treaty. I was nineteen, daughter of the Beta. Corvin Emberfang was twenty-one. The second our eyes met, we knew we were fated mates. I remember thinking, this gorgeous brown-skinned man is mine. That night after everyone went to sleep, he snuck into my room. We went at it all night. Then the next morning, he rejected me. Said a Beta's daughter wasn't good enough to be his future Luna. "I, Corvin Emberfang, future Alpha of the Emberfang Pack, reject you, Elowyn Ravencrest, as my fated mate and future Luna." I accepted his rejection. What neither of us knew at the time—he wasn't just leaving me. He was leaving three little surprises behind. I was halfway through my pregnancy with the triplets when the Emberfang Pack held a ceremony celebrating Corvin becoming the new Alpha. Beta families had to attend. My parents knew my situation, but I begged them to let me handle it myself, or I'd run away. They were always supportive. I was packing my stuff in the guest room at the Emberfang Pack when Corvin burst in and grabbed my arm, hard enough to scare me. "You let another man touch what's mine?" I yanked my arm away. "I don't belong to you. You gave up that right." His voice got deeper, his eyes darker. I knew his wolf had taken over. "Whose kids are those, Elowyn?" I wasn't scared of him. I was just as pissed as he was. I met his gaze head-on. "The only man I've ever s1ept with—if I'm still willing to call you that—is you. You're the sperm donor for my three kids. You don't get to go near them. You rejected me, which means you rejected them." That day, he completely broke. A single tear slid down his face. Then he jumped out the window, shifted mid-air into that beautiful black wolf of his, and took off into the woods. Thinking back on all this now, I'm busy getting ready to welcome my old pack for the party. I definitely didn't make it easy for him to win me back. I finally forgave him before the kids were born, and we got married. Not necessary for us wolves, but he wanted the pack to know I was his fated mate, and humans to know I was his wife. Eighteen years ago, I officially became Luna of the Emberfang Pack. I love that Alpha to death! Brielle's POV Party day. Four in the morning, wide awake. Eighteen. Can't believe it. Even though I won't shift till 11:59 tonight, I'll be able to sense my fated mate before then. Maybe it'll be someone from Mom's old pack, someone who can get me out of here. I've already got enough credits to graduate early. I'll miss Mom, Dad, Alaric, and Wren, but the rest of those @ssholes? Not one bit. Can't sleep anyway, might as well go downstairs and grab something to eat. Suddenly craving Oreos dunked in milk. Threw on my oversized hoodie and matching baggy pants, ran downstairs. The second my feet hit the first-floor landing, a scent hit me. Best thing I've ever smelled in my life. Musk mixed with my favorite cologne. I know this scent—Alaric wears it too, but this definitely isn't him. I stood there, pinned in place by that scent. Who? I think I'm already in love with him. Then a hand slapped across my face, snapping me out of it. Then fingers wrapped around my throat. Sparks. Those sparks I've been dreaming about, bvrning from his fingertips into my skin. Then I heard the words. Don't know why, but I always knew these words would come someday. "It's you! You're fvcking tr@sh to me. How could the Moon Goddess make this kind of mistake, pairing me with a disgrace like you. You're weak! Ug1y! Fat! No class at all! Just a nerd!" "I'd rather die than be seen with a pathetic b!tch like you! I, Thaddeus Nightveil, future Alpha of the Nightveil Pack, reject you, Brielle Emberfang, as my fated mate and future Luna." Fine. Fated mates are supposed to be loyal, kind. What about those love-at-first-sight stories? I remember Mom telling us the story of how Dad rejected her then won her back. She forgave him, and he's treated her like a queen ever since. But I won't forgive this @sshole. And I won't chase him back—though a heartless piece of sh!t like him probably won't come begging anyway. He already fvcked Caelan, I don't want him. Disgusting. Strange thing is, the rejection didn't hurt like they say it does. Didn't hurt at all. Just pure rage. I yanked his hand off my throat and looked him straight in the eye. "You think I want you? The guy who screwed my b!tch of a sister? The guy who's treated me like sh!t from day one? I, Brielle Emberfang, accept your rejection!" That shocked look on his face. Beautiful. I turned and went back upstairs. Completely forgot about getting snacks. --- Alpha Corvin's POV Sitting in the conference room, still doesn't feel real. My three kids turn eighteen today. Eighteen years ago, I almost lost my beautiful Elowyn. The moment she accepted me again as her fated mate, I became the happiest man alive. Those sparks when we touch still send shivers down my spine. Just thinking about it is making a certain part of me react. Should I go back and get in bed with my sєxy Luna again? Someone's walking toward the office. Getting closer, I recognize Brielle's scent. My girl. I can feel her emotions too. Before she even knocked, I told her to come in. "What's up, princess?" She sighed. "Dad, that offer you made—about me going to the Alpha King's territory to train his female warriors. I accept. They all know I'm the strongest she-wolf alive anyway." "What made you change your mind?" She gave a small smile. "Don't get mad. Thaddeus rejected me. I just don't want to see him at school anymore." I was pissed, but I didn't let her see it. I told her they'd be thrilled she changed her mind. I'd arrange for her to get her diploma early, she could leave Monday morning. I told her to go get ready for tonight's party. She doesn't know the real reason I want her to go. But she'll find out soon enough. That punk rejected her? I'm actually glad. It's all part of the Moon Goddess's plan. Oh yeah, I left a surprise in her room. Tonight my daughter's gonna make everyone's jaws drop and eyes pop out. Her beauty's gonna shine like moonstone tonight.

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My fated mate rejected me at 4 AM in my own kitchen. Best thing that ever happened to me. Because here's what that @sshole didn't know when he called me tr@sh: I'm a gold wolf. The rarest, most powerful wolf alive. And my second chance mate? The Alpha King himself. So to everyone who shoved me in hallways, who laughed, who thought I was nothing— Buckle up. You're about to see what happens when your "weak little nerd" becomes your Queen. "Alaric! Brielle! Caelan! Get down here and eat your breakfast right now!" Mom—Elowyn Emberfang, our pack's Luna—her voice boomed up from downstairs. Oh yeah, forgot to mention—we're triplets. Tomorrow's our eighteenth birthday. Which means two things: we'll find our mates, and at exactly 11:59 PM—the moment we were born—we'll shift for the first time. Most wolves shift between sixteen and eighteen, but we're late bloomers. "The ABC Crew! Last call or you're gonna be late!" That's what Dad calls us when we're dragging our feet—Alaric, Brielle, Caelan. A-B-C. Real creative, Dad. I dragged myself out of bed, rubbed my eyes, and while I brushed my teeth, let me give you the rundown on the three of us. Alaric's the oldest—beat me out by four minutes. He got Dad's build—broad shoulders, all muscle, the kind of guy people just move out of the way for. Skin's that warm bronze from Mom's side, eyes this intense amber that can pin you in place. He keeps his locs tied back, always neat. Girls at the academy throw themselves at him, but Alaric shuts it down every time. Future Alpha of the Emberfang Pack can't just give his heart away to anyone. Still my best friend, though. Not that I'd admit it out loud. I'm number two. Got Dad's coloring—copper skin, eyes like autumn leaves. The Moon Goddess told my parents before we were born that my wolf would be... different. But they never told anyone. Fine by me. I learned early how to make myself invisible. Oversized hoodies even in summer, glasses I don't actually need, hair pulled up and stuffed under my hood. Let them say whatever. Being the weird one beats being stared at. And it's not just about hiding my body—it's about what happens when I shift. What my wolf looks like. That's the real secret. Then there's Brielle. My sister—if you wanna call her that—is gorgeous, I'll give her that. Honey-toned skin, deep brown eyes, hair down to her waist that she spends an hour straightening every morning. But she's also the entire reason I learned to keep my head down. Because Brielle's already claimed the future Alpha from the neighboring pack as hers. The Nightveil Pack's school bvrned down last semester, so now they're sharing space with us at the Emberfang Academy. Which means we see him every single day. Thaddeus Nightveil. I try not to think about him. We finally made it downstairs. Alaric was already good to go—dark jeans, a henley that didn't hide the muscle underneath, boots that cost more than most wolves save up for in months. I looked the same as always: oversized hoodie, baggy joggers, my most beat-up sneakers. Brielle, as usual, was dressed like she had a red carpet appearance—that top was so small you had to squint to call it a shirt, the skirt was basically a wide belt, and she had on four-inch heels. Dad was already by the door, keys in one hand, coffee in the other. "Let's move. Alaric already left." "I am NOT riding with her!" Brielle said, looking at me like I was tr@sh on the sidewalk. Dad didn't even glance up. "You're riding with her. You totaled three cars, Brielle. Deal with it for ten minutes." She whipped around to face me, eyes blazing. "Stay away from me at school! Don't talk to me, don't look at me. Don't even breathe in my direction!" I didn't answer. She's been saying the same stuff to me since we could walk. I slid into the driver's seat of the black Challenger—Dad gave it to me after my last growth spurt, and it's the only thing that makes me feel like I have any power at all—the engine rumbled under my palm. Brielle slammed the passenger door and immediately pulled out her phone, pressing herself against the door like she could teleport away from me if she tried hard enough. Long day ahead. But at least it's Friday. Thank Goddess for that. We got to school. Caelan didn't shut up the entire ride. I pulled the black Challenger into the Alpha kids' reserved spot. Next to me was Alaric's black Charger—he was already here. One spot over sat a deep blue Corvette. Caelan started screaming the second she saw it, so I didn't need to guess whose it was. Thaddeus Nightveil. Future Alpha of the Nightveil Pack. I try to avoid him. No special reason—the guy just hates me for no reason at all. He's the worst bully in this entire school. Bar none. His twin sister Wren's birthday is also tomorrow. My dad and his dad figured they'd just combine the parties—mostly because Caelan's convinced he's her fated mate. Even though Thaddeus treats me like garbage, I have to admit... he's hot. About six-three, same height as Alaric. Blue eyes—yeah, this dark-skinned @sshole has blue eyes that could svck you in if you stared too long. His short hair's always styled in perfect waves, and those tight T-shirts he wears show off abs that are way too defined. Wait. Stop. Brielle, what are you doing. I hate him. He hates me. We're even. I barely made it to my locker before the insults started flying. "Hey fatty, nerd, loser, ug1y, four-eyes—" That's just some of it. They only do this when Alaric's not around. Caelan, her crew, and Thaddeus—those three lead the pack. I don't say anything. They always say "snitches get stitches." Honestly, I'm not scared of them. Dad told me I could take down anyone, even an Alpha. When we spar, I can make him tap out. Thaddeus hates me, but his sister Wren is my best friend. Wren's always trying to get me to dress more girly, wants me to ditch these big-@ss glasses. We're wolves—she knows I don't actually need them. She walked over, threw her arm around my shoulder. "Brielle, you just gonna let them tr@sh-talk you like that? You know you could beat the sh!t out of them. Why put up with it?" I didn't answer. Just grabbed my books from my locker and sighed. "Let's get to class." Wren and I have every class together. She didn't push it, just tightened her arm around my shoulder a little. We walked to class together. Behind us, I could hear Caelan laughing. I pretended I didn't. --- Wren and I walked into the cafeteria. "Wren, why are you hanging out with that loser?" "Hey fatty, you should skip lunch." "Wren, come sit with us and leave that waste of space alone." Everyone was pointing at me, laughing. My eyes bvrned, but I wouldn't let the tears fall—no way I'd give them that satisfaction. Suddenly I wasn't hungry anymore. I turned to run and slammed into something, hitting the floor hard. "Watch where you're fvcking going, ug1y!" Thaddeus yelled, kicking me in the side. "I feel sorry for your future mate. He's gonna take one look at your face and reject you. Who'd want a weak, pathetic, fat four-eyes as a mate? I bet you'll die alone. Look at what you're wearing. Who'd want to be seen with someone like you?" He kept going. Finally kicked me in the face and walked off. I knew it was gonna swell up. I stayed on the floor, didn't move. Just wondering how people could be this cruel. Alaric walked in and saw me lying in the hallway crying. He immediately sat down next to me, pulled me into his arms, voice almost a roar. "Who did this? Brielle, who did this?" Viggo and Cade came over too. Both just as pissed—they've always treated me like a little sister. I didn't answer. Just cried against Alaric. "Brielle, you tell me right fvcking now! Who did this?" Dad was at school, in a meeting with the principal. Something about rogues showing up at the edge of the woods near campus. I didn't want him to see me like this. Someone would end up dead. I hate Thaddeus, but I don't want him to die today. Whether it's Dad or Alaric who does it, he's a dead man. My dad's the kind of Alpha you don't mess with. Piss him off and he'll snap your neck. He never jokes around, especially when it comes to his daughters. Yeah, I'm a daddy's girl. You probably figured that out already. Mom texted saying I could come home. Thank Goddess, I need to get out of this he11hole. Maybe she can get me out of tomorrow's party too. Alpha Alton, Luna Amira, Thaddeus, Wren, and his future Beta Cole and Gamma Lane are all staying on our territory to help set up for the party. Fvck. Why couldn't they just throw the party at their own pack? Caelan's POV I was sitting on Thaddeus's lap, tongue down his throat, when I caught Brielle and his sister walking into the cafeteria out of the corner of my eye. I immediately started tr@shing her. That's how you get the popular kids to accept you. Everyone was laughing. I know she's my sister, I should feel guilty, but I don't. She deserves it. Dad thinks she's so special, treats her like a princess. Yeah, she gets straight A's, does everything Dad tells her to. I know I've screwed up a lot, but fvck, I'm his daughter too. Brielle and Alaric both got new cars for their birthdays, and I'm stuck riding with that b!tch just because I totaled my last three cars. We have money. Dad could easily buy me another one, but he won't. Says I can work a few hours at his company every day like Alaric and Brielle do, save up and buy my own. Fvck that. Why should I have to do that? I'm gonna be Luna of the Nightveil Pack someday. They've got just as much money as we do. We'd just finished humiliating her when she ran out of the cafeteria. She won't tell anyone. I told her if she does, I'll make her life he11. I'll make her pathetic existence even worse than it already is. I can't wait to shift tonight. Legend says one of us three is a gold wolf, with special abilities from the Moon Goddess. I know it's gonna be me. That way my mate and I will be the strongest pair. We'll be a power couple. Brielle's weak and pathetic, so it definitely won't be her. Alaric's too soft, always running after Brielle to check if she's okay. Though maybe that compassion is what'll make him a good Alpha. He's a good brother. But I'm kinda jealous of how close he and Mom and Dad are with Brielle. Just wait. Wait till they find out I'm the gold wolf at the party. --- Luna Elowyn's POV I can't believe the triplets turn eighteen tomorrow. I remember when my mate and his father—he was still Alpha back then—came to my old pack, Ravencrest, to sign a treaty. I was nineteen, daughter of the Beta. Corvin Emberfang was twenty-one. The second our eyes met, we knew we were fated mates. I remember thinking, this gorgeous brown-skinned man is mine. That night after everyone went to sleep, he snuck into my room. We went at it all night. Then the next morning, he rejected me. Said a Beta's daughter wasn't good enough to be his future Luna. "I, Corvin Emberfang, future Alpha of the Emberfang Pack, reject you, Elowyn Ravencrest, as my fated mate and future Luna." I accepted his rejection. What neither of us knew at the time—he wasn't just leaving me. He was leaving three little surprises behind. I was halfway through my pregnancy with the triplets when the Emberfang Pack held a ceremony celebrating Corvin becoming the new Alpha. Beta families had to attend. My parents knew my situation, but I begged them to let me handle it myself, or I'd run away. They were always supportive. I was packing my stuff in the guest room at the Emberfang Pack when Corvin burst in and grabbed my arm, hard enough to scare me. "You let another man touch what's mine?" I yanked my arm away. "I don't belong to you. You gave up that right." His voice got deeper, his eyes darker. I knew his wolf had taken over. "Whose kids are those, Elowyn?" I wasn't scared of him. I was just as pissed as he was. I met his gaze head-on. "The only man I've ever s1ept with—if I'm still willing to call you that—is you. You're the sperm donor for my three kids. You don't get to go near them. You rejected me, which means you rejected them." That day, he completely broke. A single tear slid down his face. Then he jumped out the window, shifted mid-air into that beautiful black wolf of his, and took off into the woods. Thinking back on all this now, I'm busy getting ready to welcome my old pack for the party. I definitely didn't make it easy for him to win me back. I finally forgave him before the kids were born, and we got married. Not necessary for us wolves, but he wanted the pack to know I was his fated mate, and humans to know I was his wife. Eighteen years ago, I officially became Luna of the Emberfang Pack. I love that Alpha to death! Brielle's POV Party day. Four in the morning, wide awake. Eighteen. Can't believe it. Even though I won't shift till 11:59 tonight, I'll be able to sense my fated mate before then. Maybe it'll be someone from Mom's old pack, someone who can get me out of here. I've already got enough credits to graduate early. I'll miss Mom, Dad, Alaric, and Wren, but the rest of those @ssholes? Not one bit. Can't sleep anyway, might as well go downstairs and grab something to eat. Suddenly craving Oreos dunked in milk. Threw on my oversized hoodie and matching baggy pants, ran downstairs. The second my feet hit the first-floor landing, a scent hit me. Best thing I've ever smelled in my life. Musk mixed with my favorite cologne. I know this scent—Alaric wears it too, but this definitely isn't him. I stood there, pinned in place by that scent. Who? I think I'm already in love with him. Then a hand slapped across my face, snapping me out of it. Then fingers wrapped around my throat. Sparks. Those sparks I've been dreaming about, bvrning from his fingertips into my skin. Then I heard the words. Don't know why, but I always knew these words would come someday. "It's you! You're fvcking tr@sh to me. How could the Moon Goddess make this kind of mistake, pairing me with a disgrace like you. You're weak! Ug1y! Fat! No class at all! Just a nerd!" "I'd rather die than be seen with a pathetic b!tch like you! I, Thaddeus Nightveil, future Alpha of the Nightveil Pack, reject you, Brielle Emberfang, as my fated mate and future Luna." Fine. Fated mates are supposed to be loyal, kind. What about those love-at-first-sight stories? I remember Mom telling us the story of how Dad rejected her then won her back. She forgave him, and he's treated her like a queen ever since. But I won't forgive this @sshole. And I won't chase him back—though a heartless piece of sh!t like him probably won't come begging anyway. He already fvcked Caelan, I don't want him. Disgusting. Strange thing is, the rejection didn't hurt like they say it does. Didn't hurt at all. Just pure rage. I yanked his hand off my throat and looked him straight in the eye. "You think I want you? The guy who screwed my b!tch of a sister? The guy who's treated me like sh!t from day one? I, Brielle Emberfang, accept your rejection!" That shocked look on his face. Beautiful. I turned and went back upstairs. Completely forgot about getting snacks. --- Alpha Corvin's POV Sitting in the conference room, still doesn't feel real. My three kids turn eighteen today. Eighteen years ago, I almost lost my beautiful Elowyn. The moment she accepted me again as her fated mate, I became the happiest man alive. Those sparks when we touch still send shivers down my spine. Just thinking about it is making a certain part of me react. Should I go back and get in bed with my sєxy Luna again? Someone's walking toward the office. Getting closer, I recognize Brielle's scent. My girl. I can feel her emotions too. Before she even knocked, I told her to come in. "What's up, princess?" She sighed. "Dad, that offer you made—about me going to the Alpha King's territory to train his female warriors. I accept. They all know I'm the strongest she-wolf alive anyway." "What made you change your mind?" She gave a small smile. "Don't get mad. Thaddeus rejected me. I just don't want to see him at school anymore." I was pissed, but I didn't let her see it. I told her they'd be thrilled she changed her mind. I'd arrange for her to get her diploma early, she could leave Monday morning. I told her to go get ready for tonight's party. She doesn't know the real reason I want her to go. But she'll find out soon enough. That punk rejected her? I'm actually glad. It's all part of the Moon Goddess's plan. Oh yeah, I left a surprise in her room. Tonight my daughter's gonna make everyone's jaws drop and eyes pop out. Her beauty's gonna shine like moonstone tonight.

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Someone I hadn't talked to in forever suddenly texted me: "Good news~ Just had an 8-pound baby boy! Mom and baby doing great! ?" I frowned at my screen. We weren't even close. So I ignored it. Then another text came through. "Jaxon Reid, CEO of Apexion Group, just became a dad! Feel free to send your congrats! ??" WAIT. Apexion Group is my dad's company. Jaxon Reid is MY husband. What the he11? I sent back a single question mark. A few minutes later, she exploded. "Seriously? Everyone else sent a cash gift. Can't you READ?" "You don't even know my husband?! I'm being nice, giving you a chance to kiss up to my family, and you can't even take it?" "Stay broke, b!tch. Blocked!" My blood boiled. Then it hit me—I finally remembered who she was. Blair Finch. Right. Did she seriously forget? I'M her landlord. Her cute little store pulling in half a mil a year? Lease expires tomorrow. Guess I'll swing by and ask one he11 of a question: Since when does my trophy husband—the one living off MY family's money—just have a baby with HER? I immediately messaged Blair to confront her, but— Message failed to send. I took a deep breath. Just as I was about to screenshot everything and send it to Jaxon, the HOA group chat was blowing up. Blair had posted our conversation—with her own caption: "Some folks are just bitter." "I share baby news and she has to be all passive-aggressive with a question mark." In the screenshots, she'd cropped out all the parts where she cursed me out. And even Photoshopped in a line I never said: "Oh wow, a baby boy? How special. Keep your trashy good luck to yourself!" I NEVER said that. The editing was sloppy as he11, but no one in the group noticed. They were already tearing me apart. "Someone's celebrating and she's being this nasty? What's wrong with sending a little cash gift?" "Who is this b!tch? So rude! Sending question marks and insulting people! I'm so pissed!" But she didn't stop there. Blair dug up a gym photo I'd posted six months ago and shared it in the group. I was wearing a sports bra, holding dumbbells. "She's always posting thirst traps to seduce men. Clearly a wh0re. Ladies, watch your husbands around her!" I was shaking with rage. My retail space sits at the busiest spot in Manhattan. I've never had trouble renting it out. Years ago, when Blair wanted to lease it, she couldn't even afford the first year's rent upfront. Jaxon convinced me to cut her some slack. "Her mom was sick, we should let her rent first and pay later." I gave in. And he handled the whole thing, personally leasing the store to Blair. We met once after that. I added her on WhatsApp. The group kept buzzing: "I've seen her before. Lives in Building 17. Drives a luxury car. Loaded." "Oh yeah, I know that car. Black Porsche. Always parked outside Blair's store." "She's so young and doesn't even work. Wonder what she does for a living ?" Blair replied: "? Who knows? Probably got a few sugar daddies paying her bills." The further I scrolled, the colder I felt. They'd already dug up my unit number and license plate. Then someone tagged me. "Oh look, she's in here. Come on, say something. Why are you so MEAN?" I took a deep breath and typed fast. "She's spreading lies. I'll be pursuing legal action." "Is that really what happened? Let me post the full, unedited conversation right now!" The group chat suddenly went silent. No one expected me to actually speak up. I was about to post the screenshots when a message popped up. "You have been removed from this chat." Right before kicking me out, Blair sent one last message. "Ew, disgusting. How is this dirty s1ut even in here?" "Trying to slander me? My group doesn't welcome garbage like her!" I was fuming. Then property management called. "Ms. Thorne, there's been an incident with your vehicle. Can you come down?" I headed out immediately and tried calling Jaxon. No answer. He'd claimed he was handling a major client this week. Hadn't been home in days. Just in case, I called my dad and asked him to come over. I kept a low profile after getting married. Jaxon, on the other hand, became hot CEO at my dad's company. We'd been together four years. I married him despite him being broke. Didn't care. When I reached Blair's store, property management was nowhere in sight. But what I saw made my blood run cold. My black Porsche was DESTORYED. Tires slashed. Body covered in scratches. Windshield smashed. And spray-painted across the side in red: "HOMEWRECKER." But that wasn't even the worst part. Outside her store, she'd hung a massive poster. It showed the cropped screenshots, blown up, with huge text: "NEIGHBORHOOD MENACE. Curses a Newborn Out of Jealousy!" Below that, my gym photo—plastered with vile insults. Blair's voice drifted out from inside the store. "Oh look, the witch herself. What are you doing here?" I didn't let her finish, stepped forward and ripped the poster down. "What gives you the right to plaster my photo up!" Blair snatched it back. "This is MY store. I do whatever I want." I stared at her, speechless. "You're renting this place. Since when is it yours?" Several women shopping nearby jumped in. "Everyone knows Blair's husband is Apexion Group's CEO! He bought her this store!" "Yeah! While she was in labor, Jaxon stayed by her side the whole time. Didn't even go to work!" "She shared good news out of kindness, and you insulted her. Posting the truth isn't too much!" Blair smirked. "Hear that? You have no idea who you're messing with." So that was the "important client" Jaxon had been with. Blair. In labor. I almost laughed. "Fine. Let me call Jaxon Reid right now." Blair snatched the phone from my hand. "Who do you think you are, calling my husband by his full name?!" Then she noticed my lock screen. Jaxon's photo. She screamed and hurled my phone to the ground. "Oh, I get it now!" "You're his mistress! You actually dared to come here and show off?" I'd had enough and shoved her aside. "I'm Jaxon's WIFE and your landlord! Get him out here—" Blair stumbled back into a table. "Your husband? Have you no shame?!" Then she clutched her side, gasping. "She hit me! Help!" "This homewrecker's trying to seduce my husband and now she's attacking me—right after I gave birth!" The crowd immediately erupted. "So she came prepared! Steals someone's husband and now attacking the real wife!" "She's the landlord? What a ridiculous lie!" "If we don't help, she'll get away with it!" Blair had turned the whole crowd against me. There was no way I could defend myself now. Then I remembered—the marriage certificate and the lease agreement were still in my car. I turned to go get them. Blair lunged at me and slapped me hard across the face. "Girls! She's trying to run! Don't let her!" Everything went black for a second. My head spun. "You—" Before I could finish, several women grabbed my arms and held me down. "Let go of me!" I struggled. "The contract! I have my marriage certificate and the lease in my car! I'm not lying!" Someone opened my car door and pulled out my briefcase. Blair grabbed it, yanked out the contract, and tore it in half without even looking at it. She crumpled the pieces and threw them in my face. "You came here with fake documents. Don't even need to read it, you fraud!" The women around me spat at me. "You lying homewrecker! Everyone saw you attack her first!" "Stop lying! Blair's such a sweet woman—fresh produce, fair prices. You're just slandering her!" "Exactly! We can tell who's good and who's garbage!" "I already called the cops! We're not letting you get away with this!" Then the punches and slaps started raining down on me. I've trained for years—could handle one or two people. But this many? No chance. My hair was yanked loose. My clothes were torn. My face bu//rned. Then Blair found something else in my bag. My marriage certificate with Jaxon. Her face went pale. "Everyone look! This homewrecker even forged a marriage certificate!" I tried to lift my head. "Forged? That's real—" "Shut up!" Blair slapped me again. "I've been married to my husband for five years! This is obviously fake!" "So desperate to steal my husband, you even faked a marriage certificate! Shameless!" The women gasped and chimed in. "My God, she's terrifying. She'd do anything to steal someone's husband!" "Forgery is illegal. The cops need to investigate her properly!" My head was spinning. Wait. Blair said she's been married to Jaxon for five years? What is going on? She tore my marriage certificate to pieces, then pulled out her own. "Mine's registered at City Hall. Can your fake one compare?" Everyone leaned in to look. "Yeah! That's a real marriage certificate!" All the commotion woke the baby in the stroller. He burst into tears. Blair rushed over to pick him up, but he wouldn't stop crying. The women still had me pinned down, but my eyes drifted to the child's face. That little face. That nose. Those eyes. I had seen childhood photos of Jaxon. This child looked EXACTLY like him. There was no doubt—this child was Jaxon's son. So Jaxon's been keeping a mistress and a bas//tard right under my nose? Then why did both Blair and I have marriage certificates with his name on them?! Blair set her son down and spun around, grabbing me by the hair. "This is all your fault, you homewrecker!" "Look how badly you scared my baby!" My necklace snapped as she yanked me forward. It hit the ground with a sharp crack. That necklace was a limited-edition gift my dad gave my mom—worth millions. The last thing she left me. I tried to break free and reach for it. Blair stomped on it, grinding it until it was completely mangled. "If my son gets traumatized because of you, I'll make sure you lose everything!" My voice came out hoarse. "Stop—you can't touch that—" The crowd cheered. "Good! Beat her! Homewreckers deserve it! So satisfying!" "What's so special about it? Obviously a fake. Trying to show off." "Even if it's real, it's not worth much. Jaxon could buy her ten of those!" Hearing them mention Jaxon, I went cold. Calm. "Oh really? Then call him. Let's see if he can afford to replace it." Blair sneered. "Fine. You think you're untouchable because my husband dotes on you? I'll call him right now." "Men cheat. That's just what they do." "But you? You're the dumb b!tch who begged for a lesson." She pulled out her phone and called Jaxon. He picked up instantly. The same Jaxon who ignored my calls? He answered hers in ONE ring. "Babe, come back me up. Someone's causing trouble at my store!" I heard his voice on the other end. "What? That's ridiculous. I'm on my way." Blair hung up and patted my cheek. "My husband's coming. Let's see who he sides with." I spat in her face. "You'd better hope you don't end up kneeling and begging me." Blair froze. Then she went feral, kicking me hard. "You're insane!" "Just a cheap side piece, and you still don't know your place!" The crowd turned on me again. "Blair's the legal wife and just had his baby!" "You deserve this beating! When Jaxon gets here, he'll slap you himself!" Blair wasn't done. She looked around, as if searching for something. A moment later, she grabbed a watermelon from the fruit display. "If we don't settle this today, I'm not walking away!" That thing had to weigh at least twenty pounds. If it hit me, I'd have a concussion at best. I watched it get closer and closer. I shut my eyes as it came down— And then— The roar of engines exploded outside. Dozens of luxury cars pulled up, stopping in front of the store. From the lead car came a furious shout: "Stop! Lay a hand on her and you're done!" Everyone turned to look. My father's car was at the front of the convoy. Jaxon's right behind it.

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Someone I hadn't talked to in forever suddenly texted me: "Good news~ Just had an 8-pound baby boy! Mom and baby doing great! ?" I frowned at my screen. We weren't even close. So I ignored it. Then another text came through. "Jaxon Reid, CEO of Apexion Group, just became a dad! Feel free to send your congrats! ??" WAIT. Apexion Group is my dad's company. Jaxon Reid is MY husband. What the he11? I sent back a single question mark. A few minutes later, she exploded. "Seriously? Everyone else sent a cash gift. Can't you READ?" "You don't even know my husband?! I'm being nice, giving you a chance to kiss up to my family, and you can't even take it?" "Stay broke, b!tch. Blocked!" My blood boiled. Then it hit me—I finally remembered who she was. Blair Finch. Right. Did she seriously forget? I'M her landlord. Her cute little store pulling in half a mil a year? Lease expires tomorrow. Guess I'll swing by and ask one he11 of a question: Since when does my trophy husband—the one living off MY family's money—just have a baby with HER? I immediately messaged Blair to confront her, but— Message failed to send. I took a deep breath. Just as I was about to screenshot everything and send it to Jaxon, the HOA group chat was blowing up. Blair had posted our conversation—with her own caption: "Some folks are just bitter." "I share baby news and she has to be all passive-aggressive with a question mark." In the screenshots, she'd cropped out all the parts where she cursed me out. And even Photoshopped in a line I never said: "Oh wow, a baby boy? How special. Keep your trashy good luck to yourself!" I NEVER said that. The editing was sloppy as he11, but no one in the group noticed. They were already tearing me apart. "Someone's celebrating and she's being this nasty? What's wrong with sending a little cash gift?" "Who is this b!tch? So rude! Sending question marks and insulting people! I'm so pissed!" But she didn't stop there. Blair dug up a gym photo I'd posted six months ago and shared it in the group. I was wearing a sports bra, holding dumbbells. "She's always posting thirst traps to seduce men. Clearly a wh0re. Ladies, watch your husbands around her!" I was shaking with rage. My retail space sits at the busiest spot in Manhattan. I've never had trouble renting it out. Years ago, when Blair wanted to lease it, she couldn't even afford the first year's rent upfront. Jaxon convinced me to cut her some slack. "Her mom was sick, we should let her rent first and pay later." I gave in. And he handled the whole thing, personally leasing the store to Blair. We met once after that. I added her on WhatsApp. The group kept buzzing: "I've seen her before. Lives in Building 17. Drives a luxury car. Loaded." "Oh yeah, I know that car. Black Porsche. Always parked outside Blair's store." "She's so young and doesn't even work. Wonder what she does for a living ?" Blair replied: "? Who knows? Probably got a few sugar daddies paying her bills." The further I scrolled, the colder I felt. They'd already dug up my unit number and license plate. Then someone tagged me. "Oh look, she's in here. Come on, say something. Why are you so MEAN?" I took a deep breath and typed fast. "She's spreading lies. I'll be pursuing legal action." "Is that really what happened? Let me post the full, unedited conversation right now!" The group chat suddenly went silent. No one expected me to actually speak up. I was about to post the screenshots when a message popped up. "You have been removed from this chat." Right before kicking me out, Blair sent one last message. "Ew, disgusting. How is this dirty s1ut even in here?" "Trying to slander me? My group doesn't welcome garbage like her!" I was fuming. Then property management called. "Ms. Thorne, there's been an incident with your vehicle. Can you come down?" I headed out immediately and tried calling Jaxon. No answer. He'd claimed he was handling a major client this week. Hadn't been home in days. Just in case, I called my dad and asked him to come over. I kept a low profile after getting married. Jaxon, on the other hand, became hot CEO at my dad's company. We'd been together four years. I married him despite him being broke. Didn't care. When I reached Blair's store, property management was nowhere in sight. But what I saw made my blood run cold. My black Porsche was DESTORYED. Tires slashed. Body covered in scratches. Windshield smashed. And spray-painted across the side in red: "HOMEWRECKER." But that wasn't even the worst part. Outside her store, she'd hung a massive poster. It showed the cropped screenshots, blown up, with huge text: "NEIGHBORHOOD MENACE. Curses a Newborn Out of Jealousy!" Below that, my gym photo—plastered with vile insults. Blair's voice drifted out from inside the store. "Oh look, the witch herself. What are you doing here?" I didn't let her finish, stepped forward and ripped the poster down. "What gives you the right to plaster my photo up!" Blair snatched it back. "This is MY store. I do whatever I want." I stared at her, speechless. "You're renting this place. Since when is it yours?" Several women shopping nearby jumped in. "Everyone knows Blair's husband is Apexion Group's CEO! He bought her this store!" "Yeah! While she was in labor, Jaxon stayed by her side the whole time. Didn't even go to work!" "She shared good news out of kindness, and you insulted her. Posting the truth isn't too much!" Blair smirked. "Hear that? You have no idea who you're messing with." So that was the "important client" Jaxon had been with. Blair. In labor. I almost laughed. "Fine. Let me call Jaxon Reid right now." Blair snatched the phone from my hand. "Who do you think you are, calling my husband by his full name?!" Then she noticed my lock screen. Jaxon's photo. She screamed and hurled my phone to the ground. "Oh, I get it now!" "You're his mistress! You actually dared to come here and show off?" I'd had enough and shoved her aside. "I'm Jaxon's WIFE and your landlord! Get him out here—" Blair stumbled back into a table. "Your husband? Have you no shame?!" Then she clutched her side, gasping. "She hit me! Help!" "This homewrecker's trying to seduce my husband and now she's attacking me—right after I gave birth!" The crowd immediately erupted. "So she came prepared! Steals someone's husband and now attacking the real wife!" "She's the landlord? What a ridiculous lie!" "If we don't help, she'll get away with it!" Blair had turned the whole crowd against me. There was no way I could defend myself now. Then I remembered—the marriage certificate and the lease agreement were still in my car. I turned to go get them. Blair lunged at me and slapped me hard across the face. "Girls! She's trying to run! Don't let her!" Everything went black for a second. My head spun. "You—" Before I could finish, several women grabbed my arms and held me down. "Let go of me!" I struggled. "The contract! I have my marriage certificate and the lease in my car! I'm not lying!" Someone opened my car door and pulled out my briefcase. Blair grabbed it, yanked out the contract, and tore it in half without even looking at it. She crumpled the pieces and threw them in my face. "You came here with fake documents. Don't even need to read it, you fraud!" The women around me spat at me. "You lying homewrecker! Everyone saw you attack her first!" "Stop lying! Blair's such a sweet woman—fresh produce, fair prices. You're just slandering her!" "Exactly! We can tell who's good and who's garbage!" "I already called the cops! We're not letting you get away with this!" Then the punches and slaps started raining down on me. I've trained for years—could handle one or two people. But this many? No chance. My hair was yanked loose. My clothes were torn. My face bu//rned. Then Blair found something else in my bag. My marriage certificate with Jaxon. Her face went pale. "Everyone look! This homewrecker even forged a marriage certificate!" I tried to lift my head. "Forged? That's real—" "Shut up!" Blair slapped me again. "I've been married to my husband for five years! This is obviously fake!" "So desperate to steal my husband, you even faked a marriage certificate! Shameless!" The women gasped and chimed in. "My God, she's terrifying. She'd do anything to steal someone's husband!" "Forgery is illegal. The cops need to investigate her properly!" My head was spinning. Wait. Blair said she's been married to Jaxon for five years? What is going on? She tore my marriage certificate to pieces, then pulled out her own. "Mine's registered at City Hall. Can your fake one compare?" Everyone leaned in to look. "Yeah! That's a real marriage certificate!" All the commotion woke the baby in the stroller. He burst into tears. Blair rushed over to pick him up, but he wouldn't stop crying. The women still had me pinned down, but my eyes drifted to the child's face. That little face. That nose. Those eyes. I had seen childhood photos of Jaxon. This child looked EXACTLY like him. There was no doubt—this child was Jaxon's son. So Jaxon's been keeping a mistress and a bas//tard right under my nose? Then why did both Blair and I have marriage certificates with his name on them?! Blair set her son down and spun around, grabbing me by the hair. "This is all your fault, you homewrecker!" "Look how badly you scared my baby!" My necklace snapped as she yanked me forward. It hit the ground with a sharp crack. That necklace was a limited-edition gift my dad gave my mom—worth millions. The last thing she left me. I tried to break free and reach for it. Blair stomped on it, grinding it until it was completely mangled. "If my son gets traumatized because of you, I'll make sure you lose everything!" My voice came out hoarse. "Stop—you can't touch that—" The crowd cheered. "Good! Beat her! Homewreckers deserve it! So satisfying!" "What's so special about it? Obviously a fake. Trying to show off." "Even if it's real, it's not worth much. Jaxon could buy her ten of those!" Hearing them mention Jaxon, I went cold. Calm. "Oh really? Then call him. Let's see if he can afford to replace it." Blair sneered. "Fine. You think you're untouchable because my husband dotes on you? I'll call him right now." "Men cheat. That's just what they do." "But you? You're the dumb b!tch who begged for a lesson." She pulled out her phone and called Jaxon. He picked up instantly. The same Jaxon who ignored my calls? He answered hers in ONE ring. "Babe, come back me up. Someone's causing trouble at my store!" I heard his voice on the other end. "What? That's ridiculous. I'm on my way." Blair hung up and patted my cheek. "My husband's coming. Let's see who he sides with." I spat in her face. "You'd better hope you don't end up kneeling and begging me." Blair froze. Then she went feral, kicking me hard. "You're insane!" "Just a cheap side piece, and you still don't know your place!" The crowd turned on me again. "Blair's the legal wife and just had his baby!" "You deserve this beating! When Jaxon gets here, he'll slap you himself!" Blair wasn't done. She looked around, as if searching for something. A moment later, she grabbed a watermelon from the fruit display. "If we don't settle this today, I'm not walking away!" That thing had to weigh at least twenty pounds. If it hit me, I'd have a concussion at best. I watched it get closer and closer. I shut my eyes as it came down— And then— The roar of engines exploded outside. Dozens of luxury cars pulled up, stopping in front of the store. From the lead car came a furious shout: "Stop! Lay a hand on her and you're done!" Everyone turned to look. My father's car was at the front of the convoy. Jaxon's right behind it.

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