The Alpha's Luna and the Bloodmoon Amulet

her spine. They

ld. Her hands were still hovering over the desk, her every instinct screaming at her to t

ut then again, plans in Crimson

inst the wall. She barely had a chance to scream, before air was knocked out of her lu

agged gasps as his hand slid down her arm, pulling the small dagger she had in crossbody bag from h

head, catching a glimpse of her captor. He was tall, with dark hair falling ov

His voice was a whisper now, dark and threatening, but

he only pressed her harder against the wall,

continued, his hot breath sending a

my home. Trying

ords were not her closest ally. His scent, a mix of earth and

hough the tremor in her voice betrayed

dy. The weight of his dominance suffocating, pulling her

ng to just let you

reak of a floorboard behind them. Cove's sharp gaze turned to the shadows, his gri

ed, his silvery eyes narrow

else i

hough she couldn't see her. Raven was here, the pl

Lycia saw Raven darting out from the shadows. Her agile frame moved with practiced agilit

outed, her voice a mixture

ounding against the ground, carrying her farther and farther a

t her stumbling as he darted towards Raven. His reflexes were surpr

l, onto the floor, between them. Probably to distract Cove or something. It shat

und her became a blur of shadow and smoke. She he

cleared, Raven was gon

d to her. The betrayal, it cut deep. Sharper than any blade. Raven had left her. She planned this e

ng for Lycia. Sh

to her, and Lycia felt th

r?" he demanded, his

, shaking her head. "She

her words, his anger simmer

", he said coldly

dences. You'll tell me everythi

h crashing down on her. She had no idea how she was going to get out

h that left no room for resistance. His grip,very firm, unyielding, as he effo

t in a desperate attempt to free herself. But it was

ering with the realization, sinking in with every pa

as louder than any retort, with a kind of calc

w gripping her shoulders, forcing her to look into his eyes. They

close, fa

ip tightened slightly, the pressure

shing lightly against her racing pulse. The contact was maddening, delibera

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