The Miracle Luna: The Butcher King's Only Cure

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et echoed across the cobb

m the scoop of her neckline all the way to her silk-wrapped waist. The tight whalebone stays sn

inen chemise as she dropped into a crouch. Her bare shoulders and undergarm

e square. Market boys stood on barrels to get a better

her boots, dusting off my fingers. "That is how you te

rom his throat, his eyes flashing a dangerous, feral yellow as his Al

t haphazardly over Cristina's shaking form, an

d. A direct punch from a werewolf Alpha would fracture my skull.

ill until his fist wa

ry him past me. As his ribs brushed by, I drove my stiffened index and middl

ntly left his chest with a wet choke, and the entire right sid

the stone before he crashed into the side of an empty fr

ening with sweat as he stared back at me in p

nimpressed. "Basic anatomy, Cheyenne. An Alpha's bones may be dens

ough the crowd. An heir to a great pack had just been br

into black, curved claws, his shoulder blades bulging benea

his ankle in panic. "Cheyenne, no! Not here! The King's g

ngdom's laws were absolute: shifting into dire wolf form within t

s face remained twisted in pure hatred. He pointed a shaking finger at me, his voice

od just outside his reach. "But before you play the c

ing, you crazy

out across the square so every merchant and soldier could hear. "You do not get to mu

rogance returned like a bad smell. "I hold the life of your grandfather in my palm. The moment I leave this square, ev

ining embers of the original Alexandra's devo

to your knees right now. Maybe I will toss you some dried fe

ing the absolute quie

arp smile touching my lips. "You real