The Rejected Luna's Secret: Rise Of The White Wolf

husband's office with his favorite coffee, only to be hi

ise his mistress he'd deal with the "bo

m plotting with his pr

ogizing, Dustin

what you couldn't give me in

his empire, designed his impenetrable wards, and fun

the betrayal, he didn't ju

al wolf, silver is an irritant. For me, a desc

poured down my face, blinding

dy-his wife of a decade-to ask h

mfort the woman wearing my mother's

ren Luna who would accept his

as w

ice. I called a speci

curity and financial systems," I told

ing. I was taking

pte

ana

the back of my mind. The coffee in the porcelain cup was black, just the way Dustin liked it,

. I took a deep breath, expecting the scent of old paper

different s

n too long. It was the scent of a female in heat, masked poorly b

r the door handle, but my hand f

usually reserved for emergencies or tactical commands. But some

wasn't directed at me, but I intercepted it becau

nner. It's the anniversary of the day I got stuck with her, Dustin's voice replied. His

I lowered the tray to a side table. I

urtains fluttered in the wind. The scent of sex and

budget reports I had organized for him, was a bone bracelet. It loo

smelled of her. The

ie. He looked handsome, his dark hair slicked back, his jawline sharp.

didn't look at me. He looked at the co

sary, Dustin,"

bbing the bracelet from my hand without a second glance. He shoved it into his pocket. "

nic wards that protected it. If a rogue had so much as sneeze

," I re

her's silver comb-one of the few things I had kept after walking away from my father's weal

or a response. H

ind. He had severed our mental connection for t

o his computer screen. It was still active. A

on a woman's stomach. The woman had blonde hair and a sm

ction band I had woven from my own blood and s

protection to to

n the counter sat the premium Spirit Meat I had order

d turned gray. It was spoil

al chute. I shoved the expensive meat down the

I whispered

ing our power to make Dustin look stronger. But for the

nancy tests there, gathering dust. I had taken hundreds of them over the years,

at the

hank the Moon Goddess I am not

I could build an empire on love alone. Instead, I had sold my mother's Moonstone camera-a rare artifact capable of capt

ld for a split second-the mark of the White Wolf

ing stone, he was about to learn a very painful less