Unscentable Luna

“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."”