His Luna, The Silent Warrior

te, the Alpha

the swollen ankle of Isabella, his pregnant, widowed siste

disrespect me at every turn. He cooked her favorite breakfast-a meal

ng my mother's sacred necklace, a sigil passed

om her fingers with a theatrical gasp, sh

de me snapped.

rieving widow struck,

pped m

crashing to the ground, my hand lan

d up at the man I was bound to

Pack, reject you, Lycan of th

r message through the mind

rriors. I want this place

pte

ene

n my soul started t

on on

, his mate

rge, strong hands, the hands of an Alpha, were gently massaging her swollen ankle. The look o

d the Moon Goddess had supposedly forged for us. I couldn't sta

ut across the hundreds of mi

the

felt thin and frayed. It was the private channel between

. broken." His voice echoed in my mind, full of

k burned my eyes. "Father, I want to

"My daughter, what are you saying? It was you who felt the pull of the

ad felt like a lightning strike. His scent-a storm brewing over a pine forest-had screamed to a primal par

ental space. "Isabella. She uses her pregnancy as an excuse for everything. She wanders into our private wing, she kno

ha's fury, rumbled through the link,

o openly humiliate the b

s for her, Father. Touching her."

pare yourself. The Silvermoon Pack is severing all treaties wi

n my head. The grief that had been choking me for months

for the affection of a mate who

bedroom. Our bedroom. I calmly lit a bundle of dried moonpetal

ng open with

n exaggerated gesture of disgust. "Oh, Moon Goddess,

years, I didn't shrink back.

a winter night. "Who gave you perm

r lip trembling. "I-I'm so sorry, Selene. I just

ough the air, a voice that belonged to my mate.

idn't defend me. He didn't question

ipping from his dark hair. His eyes, the color of molt

am the Luna of this pack. This is my home.

e arm. "Lycan, please don't fight. It's my fault. I shouldn't have bothere

calculated insult. I was

say it. He didn

my heart died out, leaving

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