The Alpha's Regret: Rejecting His True Luna

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a searing, white-hot agony, as if my skeleton were being pulve

me, child

around the edges, yet threade

was no longer in the drafty cabin. I was lying on a clean, crisp white sheet. The sh

oice was a dry,

territory," the vo

s. An older woman, a Beta by the grounded scent

r eyes wide, shimmering with undisguised a

rm. It felt l

were tracing the path of my veins, pulsi

hispered, a tremor

ctual respect. "We thought it was a myth. The direct descendants of the Moon Goddess h

wave of dizziness slammed me back

You are s

a

meant anymore. It felt like

the peace

mary didn't just open

here! G

pack warriors. They reeked of rot

ckhanded her, hurling her body into a cabi

as massive, missing an ear, his face a ro

assassins. She kn

seless, like water. The Rogue grabbed a fistful of

s belt. The blade glinted ominously-coated in a dark, visc

felt sharper, harder than before-more like talons. I d

her

ms to the mattress. The

yes shut, waiti

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echoed through the roo

on my hair vani

ned m

was gone. In his

titan carved from

ore black combat gear that strained against his muscles. His hair was dark as midnight, an

h one hand, lifting him off the ground as

n rumble that made the floorboards vibrate beneath the

ac

he casual ease of breaking a dry t

d. The scent of their fear flooded t

of them stammered, the bl

e Silver Moon Pack. The most

errifying promise wrapped in a

. They bolted for the wind

n my eyes could track-a

ies hit the floor wi

om, heavy and thick with t

yes began to recede the moment his gaze locked onto mine

rapidly, swallowing the amber until

ed, the word sound

gain. I couldn't s

ckward on the bed until my spine h

ble barrier. He held up his hands, palms open in s

seizing my chest. "She uses dark magi

balm over raw nerves. He didn't use the Alpha Command, bu

lex. The W

" I whispered, hot

ine, yet maintaining a respectful distance. "You are my Mate. My Second Chanc

lines pulsing on my arm,

"That's why she wants you dead. She knows you are the

e grief crashing over me

leaving no room for doubt. "But first, you must h

and, hesitating in

d, a weapon capable of snapping necks, yet

a small, j

shed a tear f

painful-shot through me. It wasn't the consuming, destructive fire I

red, his thumb grazing my

e in years, I allowed