The Barren Luna's Secret: Pregnant with the Alpha's Heir

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n oppressive glare, casting long, distorted

stone railing as I overlooked what used to

gly at my moonflowers. Those white, luminous blooms were rare,

against the quiet hum of the afternoon. "They look too pal

ems. He glanced up at the balcony, meeting my eyes, caught betwe

ien walked in

a phantom ache in my chest. He was tall and broad-shouldered, radiating that raw, dominant Alpha energ

onflowers. Then he

t look u

urned back to his Beta immediately, resuming a discussion about border patrols without break

my knuckles turned white, th

the garden. It

ivate sitting room. I wanted to read, to escape into a world where

etic musk she wore, was draped carelessly over my reading chair

ful egg out of the nest, she was systematically filli

Damien walked in, with Victoria follo

p my voice steady. "We need to review the winter sup

was casual, performative, and deeply possessive. "The Seer mentioned that the winter will be mild

im to the so

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of a second-I saw a flicker of something behind his gaze. Guilt? Annoyance? Or was he

red. So incr

de the sudden sting of moisture in my e

, desperate to flee, bu

le

m the sofa and crossed the

d, watching us with a p

ne that used to be my home-assaulted my senses. My Inner Wolf whined, desperate

His hand reached out, his knuckl

electricity-snapped agains

my knees going weak. It was instinct. Biolog

The air thickened. He wanted to initiate

en the starving desire of my wolf

spun. The smell of him, now inextricably mixed with Victoria

way sharply as bile

ed, covering my mouth

s face hardened instantly, the moment

room, chest heaving. "Border bre

he Alpha mask slammed back into place

him. He didn't ask if I was okay. He di

ted grace. "Poor thing," she sneered softly as she p

lowed h

alone.

antic, erratic rhythm against my ribs. I sat on the

ile of useless prophecy scrolls Vic

The Sterling Pack

there. Earlier that morning, he had asked, "Are you thin

road for my exit so he wouldn't have

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ument. My eyes landed

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rather than sorrow, I drew a th

pest, most deliberate

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kwood. S

a strange, terrifying calm settle over the chao

ispered to the empty, silent roo