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Unscentable Luna

Chapter 5 I Won't Lay A Hand On You

Word Count: 764    |    Released on: Today at 10:15

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tretched on as he stared. His jaw grew tighter by degrees, un

ray," h

that color once a werewol

my mate was, why it had happened, and wh

d before moving farther away from me. The injury below his ribs drew a grunt from him, yet he co

lay a han

arrying hot water. I said to Hollis, "I n

badly I'm hurt. Who's supposed to care for me

with as much space between us as he could manage. That w

on. "If you take your child and leave, where will the two of you stay? Consider

downstairs room for them. We can deal with

fever goes dow

rig

tanding there barefoot, Nova stared at the man si

nked. "No

you get to

at quit

eyes. "Wow, you

red, though he d

ent, Nova asked, "Did my

er at me. "Y

id with complete sincerity. "But my brothe

d over everyon

a who lacked both a wolf and a scen

into my arms. Her forehead had cooled, a

into the mud, weren't you

ance, I'd probably still stop and help you. I'd just ma

e it to the doorway. Then he s

round, I replied,

.

ltiple vehicles were drawing closer at a slo

he repair shop's iron gates sat a row of black vehicles. On t

longed to the S

They had tracked us down far mo

is eyes toward the building. As Rhys' Beta, he was among the few pe

sed below his ribs while using the other to steady himself against the wall. He passed right by me without mak

ed bruises encircling my wrist. His eyes

ome." He hesitated, and then spoke as though repeating words he had memor

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“My mate chose his first love. Even my son chose her. So, I stopped choosing them. After five years as Silverfang's Luna, I was still an outsider-a wolfless woman with no scent, honored only because Alpha Rhys had marked me. Then Sera returned, supposedly dying. At the banquet, she wore a moonstone drenched in my blood, and every wolf turned to her. Rhys buried his face in her neck. "I thought my wolf was dead. Turns out I just needed you." Every time she cried, he demanded I apologize. So I rejected him before the entire pack. That rainy night, I saved a stranger. He woke, breathed in my scent, and murmured, "You're my mate."”