The Alpha's Sinner Luna

. "Seraphina Lycoris,

g who exuded power without needing to raise his voice. That aura of authority was palpable, making it

under the weight of his presen

aid, my voice steady despite the storm i

of me!" He leaned slightly forward, lowering his voice to a level only we could hear. "Or maybe you'd like me to release

reat slicing through me. He

his gaze dismiss

presence, you're nothing. Don't try to threa

naled the two werewolves to th

The Hawthorne Lineage hanging in

ar warmth trickling from my nose. Blood began to pour out-more

hered around, concerne

ssing the tissue to my nose,

ough sever

looks bad-you should get to a hospital!" A passerby

refusing to acknowledge it. "

r against my nose, trying

olding Isolde. He looked at her with affection

ning my hands,

ead. The smile on his face vanished instantly, re

cern, not the slightest hint

much he de

never felt this terrible, this utterly invisible, until now.

fleeing before I coul

mber when the nosebl

and my chin was covered in dried blood. People

ought some wet wipes, and sat on

amiliar voice call

d to se

his suit sharp, his posture confident, but there was an exhaustion

is made a deep gui

h regret. "Everything that's gone wrong

you sick?" His eyes flicked to the bloodstains

ere soaked through, and there was no hiding it. Instead, I lied. "

in to meet his eyes. "You know," he said softly, "every time you lie, you blink too much

e Lineage... it's all my fault. I've already caused you

rip firm. "Are you worried about me, Seraphina?" His voice dropped to a