The Forbidden Luna Mated to 7 Fierce Alpha Kings

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y only opportunity. Clutched in my shaking palms, Ymir's scholarship letter's edges frayed f

my captivity. Years of cleaning floors, preparing meals, and pretending to be invisible h

r, not her mother-was always the focus. Her laughter, reverberating down the corridor, nearly reac

only flickering streetlights lit the city streets. Though my breath was uneven, my heart raced in

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of her rage; there was no turning back. The sound of footstep

o leave-with no destination or plan. I didn't mind where I ended up,

were fading. Though my legs ached, I kept going. The wind on my cheeks reminded me I was free, at least

intain this. I had no definite strategy or sense of direction, but for the first

ing a trash bin. But that is when I h

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d into my memory: his name, his face, his frigid eyes. He was not meant to be here. He had been in

succeed. I required assistance. But the reality sunk in: the only one who

ould not stop now. Footsteps behind me were growing closer

out over t

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shot through me and I fell. My chest heaving, my throat tight. Though my

e brick wall, I tried to control my breathing while my heart raced in my chest. I was unable

s the growing anxiety in my chest. I was w

nd whispers. They were everywhere around me. I felt as though I was stuck in a nightmare fro

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nown. I recognised it w

less. They were all over. The shadowy forms drew clos

re too fast. A big arm caught me and yanked me back into

I yelled, figh

tempts were fruitless. I could see them now-covered faces, eyes shining with frigid

loodrose,

ting his lips and his gaze locking onto me

ning from this fat

the life I was leaving behind, I dashed around corners, my chest heavin

would not give up. They had been waiting for my sli

, one breath after another, my thoughts solely concentrated on the next step, the next corner,

Turning another curve, I tripped on the uneven pavement. Though the rush of breath l

e was no question about his dark, hooded shape. His eyes, unrelent

d them. No time for frailty. Nearly blind w

e his vo

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d been waiting for this moment,

run but I will

loomed large, promising what I wished would be refuge. Every step,

ily. The limits might keep them out f

re step. I

stone wall, gasping, desperate to inhale air that seemed thick with the weight of my terror.

For now.

breathing, something gnawed at

s already se

s short-lived. As my body trembled with tiredness, the words stuck. The Pack's s

ral. It resonated through the air, but it wasn't simply

call seemed too near, lik

Colder than ever, Gideon's vo

fate is alre