He Chose His Mistress: The Pregnant Luna's Escape

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Pack territory two days lat

aming his pounding headache on "bad wine." He didn't remember what

lieve his co

ttered as we entered the town limits,

rate calm. "You promised to visit the Memorial to

on the steering wheel. He ha

es. We'll

. It was raining again, a fine, mist

standing at the twin graves. A figure

re

prise, though his scent spiked w

car. "What a coinci

hael. Luna Olivia. I... I hope you don't mind. I heard so much

k with misplaced emotion. He walked over to her, stepping g

in close, yet projecting her voice just enough for my wolf

relaxing as he looked down at her. "

n my neck, watching my husband mo

from the graves as if unable to bear the solemnity a

nd restaurant in the city cent

ut shared interests-old movies, obscure bands, places they wanted

ted at a round table. Michael

he urged her. "Yo

anced at me, then handed me the menu with a pitying smile. "Here,

u. It was a subtle, psychological atta

is perfectly healt

ed his head up. "Yo

g to give him the satisfacti

he table next to us. The floor was slick from the

ed in slo

The cart wobbled violently. A large tureen of boili

irectly between

t!" Micha

Alpha speed, a

across t

me. He didn't reach

into his chest and shielding her with his

reen c

thout Michael's protection, the wave

eft side, my arm, and-w

eous and blinding. It felt like liquid fire was eating my skin

tching my stomach, agony

haze of pain

ide of the booth, holding

his eyes frantic with terror. "Di

she wailed, though there w

ugging her tight. "I won't let anything hurt you. You

looked a

ling my nose. The pain in my belly was a dull throb compared to the

important thing.

the pack members dining nearby. In

edges of my vision. I bit my lip

t as the blackness took me.