The Rejected Luna: Silver Wolf Rising

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the smell of flowers. It was a warm day that sort of reminded me of su

ind and the air carried the low hum of activities around the pack estat

due to how overwhelming having heightened senses can be. Sort of li

he pillow and sheet still held a faint hint of his scent-wood, honey and male. I closed my eyes, s

both my parents in an unfortunate attack many years before. Bu

ggest of them all, is our existence. Werewolves, we're called. Supernatural shape-s

of muscles, causing me to stretch and yawn loudly. Grabbing a robe off the hea

dark curly hair, plain brown eyes that my mate swears he's obsessed with, but

ff of fragrant air. Pushing the window wider, I reveled in the soothing sound of mot

acy of the Alpha's den, in search of my mate. I didn't have to look too far though as

eeted me at the living room and I stopped to sniff some of the orchids. Beside them,

tes, it's been a joyful ride. Ethan had been the best I could ever possibly ask for. His

hadow Pack. At 23, I was fresh out of business school and ready to support him with his roles a

nce that the first Alphas invested in to keep us away from prying eyes. Unlike the one-house pack structure t

ground floor of the Alpha's den had been repurposed a

t that greeted me made my stomach erupt into a zoo of butterflies. My mate, the

nned as I took in the arrangement in the room. Beside him on the kitchen counte

around his waist, at least as far as they'd go. Then I pressed

e other wolves putting their paws on me

y 5"4' compact one and I had to cran

under the smoldering intensity of his eyes. The amber orbs held so much

lips, catching me in a sweet, toe-cu

s perfect. He

knowing that if nothing else in my life made sense, this, being with him, does. I'd always be

ith it and eyes, the color of glowing embers, but he was also the strongest wolf in the south. And ever since he became

n bed," he groaned, his Alpha timber,

It all smel

d, tucking a stray curl of my hair be

l a delightful surprise. Alpha Ethan Maroni, stirring eggs.

ce to turn off the stove. "And no on

g me into their depths. I trailed a hand over his c

you doing,

der the thin fabric of his tee-shirt over ripplin

of that. Tell me. What

ray behind him and eased away, clearing m

ing he'd been tricked. "

he plated the meal and carried t

y behind. Back in the room, he set the tray consisting bacon, toast an

liked about Ethan. He was

al of a new text. A frown etched on his face as

s Ja

expression. Jake was Ethan's younger brother and Be

ed into my touch. "I know how important today is for you, baby

on for way too long, exposing us to threats and the r

love. It's all going to work out. You'v

would argue that I

. You're Ethan, The Terror, M

our strength up. I know I didn't let you get

took a bite of the eggs and moaned at the burst of fla

ortable silence, occasionally glancing at me. I wo