The Unwanted Luna: Secret Heiress Of The White Wolf

my husband's assistant wearing

my favorite mug. My husband, Dustin, stood next to

w me, there

hoto to my phone while

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the caption read. "Someth

, but Dustin only looked

, shielding her with his body. "You ar

e me to my knees, humiliating me in my own home w

as trapped by the bond, acting as an endless battery fo

I was his Luna, I was the sole he

e-from the security system to the very

ing weight of his command

you, Dusti

ered bond, I didn't help him. I picke

g at the horror on his face. "If I boug

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ana

crid stench of bur

n-specifically, the scent of his Alpha pheromo

ter rain-calming, grounding. Now, it tast

, the silk sheets cold on the

e, the scar where his teeth had claimed me as his Mate du

ergy it used to. It pulsed weakly, like

eet silent on the marble floor

ifted from

terrible," a high-

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administrative assistant. She was wearing nothing but one of

ipping coffee. His eyes, usually so guarded

g with the Gamma at ten,

static pressure against my temples that signaled a private channel. It w

sweet vanilla Omega scent was clashing with Dustin's forest

back of my mind, her hackles

p. His smile va

idn't offer me a cup. He just turned back

yes flashing with a predatory gleam. She di

at. I moved to the coffee machine, act

ight," Jami said, hopping up onto a barstool. "Since it's going to be di

ng on her lips. "It's technical

in Economics. I had managed the Pack's trade routes for three years

's right, Eliana. You don't need to

. "I'm your Luna. T

snapped, finally meeting my gaze. His eyes were

projects because he had deliberatel

too hot, I was the one who released calming pher

tting that mutt w

y best friend from university. Th

answer. I

unds of the Obsidian Pack. Something in me was cracking.

uz

it up. It was a message from Jami, even tho

icture. An

the caption read. *Someth

he silence in the ki

staring at the grainy grayscale truth t

e got her

rage. She just... stopped. It felt like

around.

as terrify

at the interruption of his flirtation.

ed to

as he grabbed his briefcase. Jami slid off the

Jami glanced back over her shoul

th years of suppression and the heavy seda

us growl vibra

d to the empty r

he stairs. I wasn