His Defiant Ex-Wife: The True Luna Returns

d the Nexus Pack. My husband, Caleb, was the Alpha,

of cheap vanilla and betrayal, followed closely by his secretary, Kimbe

Caleb sneered, shielding his mistr

aleb planned to lock me in the Sanctuary-a prison for the insane-so he could declare me incompetent and seize my

me; he was planning a coup on my own life. He thought I was a weak, human-like

as w

divorce papers; I fro

omach, Caleb," I whispered

on; I destroyed his world. And when he finally crawle

ng silver eyes o

pte

lea

side my skull

d me had been a constant hum-a private frequenc

Just cold, stat

' penthouse. This building, this territory, this empire

r click

agitated. He didn't even look at me. He smelled of rain

g. Like cheap, s

y voice was calm, but my han

a chair. "Not now, Azalea. The Council

link block

warm hazel, were flat. "I needed focus. You

ur wife. I'm your Luna. Since when

t exist!" he snapped. "You're unstable, Azalea. Ev

physical blow. He knew t

t then I heard it. The sound o

r opene

ng. She wasn't waiting to be announce

y the Alpha and Luna h

rt that hugged her hips, and her blouse was unbuttoned just enough

ll hit

Caleb. It was ra

thick, musky layer of claiming

card?" I asked, poin

d cruel. "Caleb thought it would be more efficient.

at Caleb. "She's a secretary,

een us, shielding her. "Unlike you, she can actua

ll it?" I whispered.

nes-synthetic, cheap, but designed to provoke. "Caleb just needs a strong partne

ut," I

t move. She lo

b growled. His voice dropped an oct

it. The Alp

y to submit. It usually felt like a giant hand crushi

. The power in his voice rippled throug

d, waiting for

ed against my chest. But then

wasn't the weak flutter I was used to.

sit. I di

a step

dened in genuin

aleb," I said, my voice steady. "And

, Caleb. She's vibrating. She's probably going to hav

shing my arm with mock pity.

ch was t

ink. I didn

ng my

ac

. It was a solid, flesh-stinging imp

went de

had grown a second head. An Alpha, slapped b

arled, his eye

aving,"

k a bag. I d

golden thread that connected us-the

d a pair

n

e room. The crushing weight o

or, leaving the Alpha and his mistres

. That click was the lou