The Rejected Luna's Second Chance

potion tasted

onds, the agonizing, hollow ache in my chest where the mate bond used to be faded into a d

fe until my knuckles turned white. Silas wanted to use me to kill Kael. Kael was probably alr

g to cry. Aria cr

led through the window, the heavy

you aren't on the training field in five minutes, I'm throwing you ou

the field

day was a

; he broke me. He paired me against rogues twice my size, and he didn't let them go easy. I was thrown int

rk from the sidelines, h

would

ael, reject you. I remembered Lila's smug, painted smile as she told me I

ithout limping. By the end of the second week,

ody was

d take a normal wolf a week to heal closed in hours. The bruises faded overnight. And when I f

he arm of a rogue twice my

just s

linching when someone ra

ss and into the deep woods. He didn't tell me

I had been dreadin

cting the familiar sensation of my gre

dark trunks of the trees. The glamour my mother had put on me was gone. I was a massive, t

ng the glow of my fur. He reached out a hand an

voice thick with something that

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s Later (P

here murderers drank, rogues traded stolen goods, and the law

rite place in

and dark jeans. My dark hair fell in waves down my back. I didn't look like a girl who had been rejected. I

the bar. He reached across the counter to grab my wrist. "Why

bbed his wrist, twisted it, and slammed

d spurting from

ose to his ear, "and I'll cut yo

d, but they didn't mess with me. I was Raven. The cold, untouchable bartender who worked for Si

r. It was playing a supernatural news network, something that usu

ha Kael's Luna Fails to Produce

looked older. Harsher. The life had been sucked out of his eyes. He looked like a ghost. Beside h

pha's wolf is losing control. Without a true

on settled in my chest. Kael was suffering. His p

ex-mate is havi

e heat of Silas's body as he le

oldly, wiping the counter. "

for him. "You know, the Blood Moon pack has been sniffing

"I thought I

e's sending trackers everywhere. He's looking for something to save his

n't shatter. It just sat the

m come,

he comes, you have to face

ne, the cold eyes, the dark hair. I saw the power simmering beneath my skin.

wung open, letting in

e entire bar went dead silent. The music

ke a freight train.

f the Silve

nt of m

e doorway, dressed in a black coat, his

ar, searching. And the

rld st

s face twisting with a mix

ispered. His

ched under the counter, my fingers wrapp

ng with venom. "You must have the wr