The Sacrificed Luna: Reborn in the Arms of a King

with a title. For eighteen years, I played the role of

and another wolf's musk on his c

ond-Blockers to numb our sacred connection, hidin

to the Moonlight Hotel. I expected to f

my own teenage son, Ja

eered through the door. "I'm ashamed she's my

blade. They mocked my lack of

exists because I poured my entire essence i

k" solely to

y plotting to replace me with th

ful Luna? They're

the mirror, my hazel eyes flash

r sixteen years, but tonight, at t

pte

andr

lk, custom-tailored to fit the bro

a mundane task, one fitting for Alexandra Wright, the "weak" Luna of the Silver Moon

he scen

. It was an assa

e. It was cloying and sweet, like overripe peaches left to rot in the sun.

froze on

uld distinguish scents. My chest tightened, an old ache throbbing bene

pped the jacket onto the

nlocked by mistake; I was the one who managed the pack's cloud synchronization. Anthony was too arrogant to unde

the mes

rom the encrypted Mind-Link channel that I had set

for round

representing 'Knotting'-the biologica

ath hi

ispered, the word

t. Was it Jacob? Was some older she-wolf

ed Anthony. I opened a browser tab and navigated to "PackConfessions

nonymou

"You owe me for round two, Alpha.

tantly. The inte

for a pup. That's Alpha talk. "Alpha"

was sent from the Moonlight Hotel's secure Wi-Fi zon

room

sn't

slammed shut. Heavy footst

? I'm

f that charismatic confidence

my expression. I had to be the perfect, submissi

k hair slightly disheveled. But the moment he stepped close

methin

ppermint. Strong herbs. He

said, my voice su

ng his tie. "Old man Gregor wouldn't stop ar

," I offered, reaching for

slightly. "No need. I have

my eyes. "You look tired. Go show

n sighed. "Fine.

he bathroom. The

drink. I opene

den in a side pocket, was a blister pack o

-Blo

were illegal.

r that connects two souls chosen by the Moon Goddess. It allows

hey dull the guilt. They silence the mate's pull so an Alpha can

er in Jacob's trash can last week. I had

mmered agai

o hide his infidelity from me. He was severing the holy connection the G

ce I had walled off for

nner

ed to a flicker to keep my son alive. But betrayal is a po

of pure, unad

could hear Anthony humming a tu

k a photo of the pills. Then

lenge him without proof, the Pack laws will c

thumbs pressing har

: I will make him reg