The Defective Mate's Hidden Royal Bloodline

Nora POV:

Before I could even begin to form the details of my escape plan, an unexpected, ominous summons threw me completely off balance.

The Luna, Genevieve Montgomery, Julian's formidable mother, wanted to see me immediately.

I followed the silent, judging maid who brought the message through the vast estate. Unlike the modern, minimalist west wing where Julian resided in luxury, the main residence was filled with old-world, suffocating luxury and an oppressive atmosphere. The dark oak walls were lined with massive, intimidating portraits of past Montgomery Alphas and Lunas, their painted, lifeless eyes seeming to judge me, the disgraced outsider, with every step I took.

I was led into Genevieve's private sitting room. The air inside was thick and heavy with the scent of expensive white lilies, a sweet fragrance that couldn't quite mask the cloying, underlying sense of moral decay.

Genevieve sat rigidly on a plush velvet sofa, dressed in an impeccably tailored, deep purple suit that screamed power and wealth. Her sharp, calculating dark eyes locked onto me the moment I entered. She had always looked down on my fallen status, viewing my family's exile as a personal insult to her Pack's purity. But because Julian was so stubbornly obsessed with me, she had no choice but to tolerate my existence in the shadows. Now that Julian was finally taking a proper, high-born wife, the rules of the game had drastically changed.

"Sit," she commanded. Her voice was flat and devoid of emotion, but it carried a heavy, Alpha-blood authority that permitted absolutely no argument.

I perched carefully on the very edge of the antique chair opposite her, keeping my posture humble and my eyes lowered.

Genevieve didn't waste time with pleasantries. She gestured sharply to a senior maid standing beside her, who immediately brought forward a silver tray. On it sat a delicate, intricately carved silver cup filled with a dark, bubbling brown liquid that gave off a strong, pungent herbal scent.

"Our Montgomery family prides itself on excellent breeding, pure bloodlines, and strict discipline," Genevieve said, her sharp eyes locking onto me like a hawk zeroing in on its prey. "We absolutely do not allow the Alpha to leave illegitimate seeds scattered around like a common rogue. Much less allow a disgraced mistress to potentially bear an heir before the true Luna. This is a highly potent sterilization potion. It will ensure you never conceive, without harming your overall physical health. Drink it now. Then you can quietly stay by Julian's side and live a peaceful, comfortable life as his obedient pet."

My gaze fell on the silver cup. The bitter smell confirmed her cruel words. My insides turned to solid ice, Chloe's earlier warning ringing loudly in my ears. They all thought of me as nothing but a breeding risk, a threat to be neutralized.

I looked at the bubbling potion, then slowly, deliberately lifted my head to meet Genevieve's cold gaze. "My Luna, I did not share a bed with the Alpha last night. Nothing happened between us. There is no need for this."

Genevieve's expression turned instantly hostile, her refined mask slipping to reveal pure malice. She thought I was being restless, desperately trying to get pregnant to steal the Luna position using Julian's blind love.

"You ungrateful, scheming little wretch," she spat, her voice dripping with absolute disgust. "Do you really think a pathetic descendant of sinners, with your filthy, tainted blood, could ever be worthy of standing beside my glorious son? You are nothing but a dirty stain on his perfect record!"

A profound wave of sorrow and exhaustion washed over me. I finally understood that my very existence was seen as a dirty mark on Julian's perfect life. I was a disease they wanted to manage. I did not reach for the cup.

"No, my Luna, I am not trying to threaten you or your noble family," I said, my voice trembling slightly as I slid from the chair and knelt submissively on the expensive Persian rug. "I know my presence here is a mistake. I am begging you to let me go."

I looked up, my face wet with genuine tears, my voice broken and self-deprecating. "I don't want to be a stain on Julian's and Miss Sinclair's beautiful union. I don't want to be a joke in everyone's eyes anymore. Please, allow me to leave the Pack peacefully. Let me go live as an un-mated, low-ranking lone wolf, to fend for myself in the wild."

This was my only chance. I had to make her believe I was so utterly broken that I was seeking a form of suicide. Only then would she consider the one official way to sever my ties to Julian completely: The Rejection. I couldn't mention the sacred ritual myself; that would reveal my cold determination, not my despair. To leave a Pack without being formally rejected by a mate was a deep shame, marking you as a rogue outcast hunted by all.

Genevieve stared at me, genuinely shocked, as if seeing me for the very first time. The blazing anger in her eyes was slowly replaced by a complex, calculating, political look.

She had fully expected me to fight for my position, to cry and beg to stay. She never imagined I would be begging for my own demise. For a wolfless female to leave the protection of a powerful Pack was a guaranteed death sentence.

She had tried to solve her problem with a simple potion. I had just handed her a much bigger one: a suicidal ex-mate-to-be who could cause a massive public scandal. Letting me go without a word was a disgrace. An un-rejected mate wandering free was a direct insult to the Montgomery name. But keeping me here... my defiance today proved I was no longer a mindless pawn she could easily control.

I could almost see the gears turning in her strategic mind. A formal Rejection ceremony, while a temporary blow to Julian's and the Pack's reputation, would solve the problem of me permanently. It would appease Isabella and her powerful family once and for all, securing the alliance.

She fell into a long, incredibly tense strategic silence.

I remained kneeling on the floor, my head bowed, waiting for her verdict. This was my first real move on the chessboard. I was betting my life that her cold, political mind would win out over her maternal anger.

After what felt like an absolute eternity, Genevieve finally spoke, her voice dry and measured. "This is a serious matter that concerns the Pack's honor. I need time to consider."

She hadn't agreed. But crucially, she hadn't refused.

She said she would consider.

It meant I had won the first round.

But the sudden, forceful, and loud opening of the sitting room doors instantly shattered the tense silence, making my heart leap into my throat.