His Defiant Luna: The Return Of The Exiled Mate

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or in my private suite, adjusting the cuffs of my custom tailored suit. I looked like t

ws tearing at the edges of my consciousness. Y

sion, the door clicked open. Cassondra swept into the room, her lavish gown rustling. Her suffocating, art

she gushed, her eyes gleaming greedily as she admired my reflectio

felt nothing at her

elder's voice echoed in my

ke a cold blade. Without waiting for her response, I s

suffocatingly tense. I kept my eyes closed, focusing on the rhythmi

rkling water, her lips twisting into a malicious smirk. "Imagine if that filthy Omega were still here. She would not even be

astard" drove into my ch

d violently, crushing the oxygen in the enclosed space. Vanessa gasped, her glass tremb

essa to shut her mouth. I turned my head to stare out the tinted window, my stomach churning with a nauseating mixture of guilt, p

m through mine, strategically angling her wrist to flaunt the heavy moonstone bracelet, the traditional

society wolves. But I had not come here tonight seeking an ally. My son Liam had less than a month left. The Silverwood Pac

to the Omega I had rejected five years ago. She was just an orphan with no family background, a pawn my mother had forced into

iers cast warm starlight over the sea of elites. I endured another twenty minutes of

welcome the Alpha of the Silve

ward the grand staircas

re world sto

ance of honeysuckle after rain and pure moonlight. It slammed into my chest, a violent electric shock that traveled straight to my mar

he sound deafening, nearl

Seraphina, her hand elegan

wn woven like silver thread, her dark curls cascading over her shoulders, h

nto her lap five years ago. The deep scent of cedar and earth finally registered in my consciousness, the scent of Dominic

od

hina

onated in my mind li

ad smelled that man's scent. Yet in the five years since, I had never connected the Alpha of the Silverwood Pack to the man in the photograph. I had

dripping with sarcasm. You rejected her with your own hands, and now you crawl

iating a noble elegance that shat