His Silent Omega: The Hidden Luna's Ruthless Defiance

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per. It depicted the woods behind the Pack House, the exact spot where he first told me "I love you" fo

oak doors of the Carlisle Pack House,

A cheap cherry blossom perfume, sickeningly sweet and cloying,

my mind. The mate bond-the sacred tie connecting my soul to Elliott's-suddenly flared wi

t, beastly pleasure, and this damn bond

auseating wave of lust up the grand staircase. With ever

. Alp

Katy Lawson's voice. Elliott's seemi

a dark, dominant lust I had never heard before. In front of me, he

ive teasing. "I'm wearing the Luna's silk nightgown right now... I even used her ja

violent creak that ec

ine is nothing but a boring, fragile Omega. Just a perfect Luna to be put on display for the pu

ring of sanity in

a fragile porcelain doll that needed to be carefully worshipped on an al

ced into pieces by a dull knife, th

nto the adjacent study. I pressed the hidden latch behind the bookshelf-th

camera from my bag-the latest technology developed by my

ly copulation was broad

inting I had spent six grueling weeks on, meant to be his anniversa

s of my youth, fed to th

g mansion. The mate bond was still frantically tearing at my nerves from his b

ou

rs-Lyra-suddenly let out a soul-shaking snarl. No whimpering. No pity. Onl

e on the passenger seat. The live broad

pped up at the top of the screen: "Baby, where

who had just thrust to his climax,

ng: "Happy anniversary, darling. I've prepared a 'hu

and dialed the most ruthless