The Silent Luna: Rejected by the Blind Alpha

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onto my lap without

red, his eyes glazed over as he texted his mis

had just signed

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a feral yellow. "Sofia is being attacked

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lights of the city into streaks of bloody red and bruised purple. I sat perfec

even look at me. His attention was split between the stack of doc

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st with his scent, but with something else-a cloying, synthetic sweetness radiating from his coat. It was a witch's hex-perfume, subtle enough t

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ike gravel grinding together. His eyes were

nto my lap. It hit my

aving his phone as he typed a reply. "It strips your administrative

n'-buried beneath a generic 'Logistics Report' cover sheet. Sofia had prepped thi

pha," I

Not at the Pack House, but

ou in two hours for the

r and stepped in

all, dim coffee shop. My best friend, Mia, stare

"A wolf with no nose. How can he

ed. That scent she wears... it suppresses his instincts

ammed her hand on the table. "The Moon

cted her softly. "And he has b

s flashed a strange, iridescent silver instead of their usual brown. It w

. "I'm going to the West Coa

ory? That's neutral ground. Technology

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grew heavy. The chatter died down. It

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of pure aggression. His eyes sc

," he

pha Command hit me, but instead of crushing me instantly, it felt like it hit a

aid, striding over.

hurting her,"

ia back into her seat. He dragged me out

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e the papers

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went rigid. His eyes glazed over as

roared. "St

brakes. We were on the hig

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't go alone," I

eyes glowing a fera

ze. "

n I find her. She's injured. You're

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arling back with a voice that sounded ancient and cold. But the habi

ed. "This is Ro

a," he scoffe

wolf didn't weep this time. She let out a sound tha

he said. For

and. The rain washed

rs, Dante," I whispe

ing down, severing the bond. It wasn't just a mental exercis