Werewolf

The Penniless Luna

by Shirley

I'm the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack. Yet, I have to get approval from my mate's secretary for every single cent I spend.Alpha Killian noticed I hadn't submitted an expense request in three days. He probably thought I had finally learned how to be a proper Luna. So, he spoke to me through our Mind-link."I approved the medical bills for your foster mother. From now on, if you want an allowance, just tell Serena. Stop begging for scraps. It makes you look like a joke.""I know you low-ranking wolves had it rough growing up. But you're my mate now. Drop the petty tricks."He didn't know the truth. The moment his words echoed in my head, I had just finished signing my official Rejection papers.When I leave this pack house, I can only take a few things with me. I'll take the white T-shirt and jeans I wore the day I arrived three years ago.No one would believe it. In the eyes of outsiders, the Luna had it all. Yet, after three years of being his mate, I couldn't even find a few decent outfits in my closet.All the evening gowns and jewelry were locked in a high-tech safe. Whenever I needed them, I had to request a temporary passcode from Killian's secretary, Serena.All because he thought my low-ranking bloodline and poor background meant I'd waste pack funds.Just three days ago, my foster mother's condition got much worse. I asked him for two hundred thousand dollars for an emergency surgery.But Serena purposely stalled the approval. She delayed it until my foster mother died in that cold hospital bed.Killian never knew. I only endured him for three years for one reason. He controlled the pack's medical funds.He held the money that could've given my foster mother a few more years to live.Now that she was gone, I had no reason to be his Luna anymore.

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