The Breeder Luna Bites Back

w what you're talking about. My name is Kellan. I'm the Alpha of the Crimson R

ut it's there, just out of reach. The scent of oak, the sound o

his usual smirk in place. "Kellan here is an old friend of the family. He's

oesn't sit right with me. But before I can say an

he says again, his voice smooth as silk

it it? Why is he pretending not to know me? I tu

ot enough on your plate without trying

they're both watching Kellan leave, their expressions unreadable. There's something going

ly, taking my arm. "There's s

. But as we walk, I can't shake the feeling that he's watching me, th

home. The pack members greet me with smiles and bows, their eyes full of something I don't know

d Lysander bicker like children over who's stronger, who's smarter, who's better at pretty much ev

ing his eyes as Leo flexes his biceps in a m

heat in it. "I'm not the one who got

bles, crossing his arms. "And

smissively. "The point is, I'm the strongest,

like a weight lifting off my chest. They're ridiculous,

rt to drift off course, the way Lysander makes sure I'm comfortable, the way Leo keeps making me laugh, even when I don't wa

he unease returns. Why is he lying? What is he h

ilding, and Lucian turns to me

onial Hall. Tomorrow night, we're holding a ceremony in y

ing, terrifying. But there's a part of me that feels...excited. Like

y for," Lysander adds quickly, his eyes full o

irmness in my voice. "I...I want to do it

s, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips

h a grin, "it's going t

little more confident. Maybe this is where

e back of my mind. Kellan. The way he looked at me. The way he

. One way

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!" Leo's voice booms as I step into the dining room, his grin wide and unapologetic. He's leanin

anger behind it. He's busy pouring himself a glass of water. His mo

as I sit down. "Don't worry, Trice. I'm just giving

nudging my elbow with his. "You'll get used to h

the anxiety from earlier fading into the background. It's been like this since I w

ed with shelves filled with old books and trinkets, and the scent of roasted meat and fre

und. The table is filled with dishes, all of them mouthwatering. Roast chick

o it, snatching it up and shoving it i

rab another one before he can s

he mumbles through

over to pass me the potatoes. "Don't let hi

eechless. There's so much warmth in this room, so much love. It's o

the room, I begin to grow anxious. Tomorrow is the ceremon

here? What if the