His Stolen Luna, His Ultimate Regret

he Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack. But for all five of th

ded the grand staircase in a magnificent silver gown, a dress he had promised was a

ears, I believed his lies. I endured his indifference while he gave my dreams to he

ed him, he dism

voice seeping into my mind through our broken bond. "

in his neglect. He wasn't my mate; he was a coward, an

jected him. As the bond shattered between us, he finally panicked, beg

pte

ya

e from the great hearth and roasted boar from the feasting tables. Tonight w

es as my mate. Five years, and every single one of them had felt like I was bor

rating in my chest. He was missing. I had scanned the throng of da

ed away from the festivities, my soft slippers making no sound o

nection of our mate bond, a bond he so clearly resented, I could feel the echo of his private Mind-Link. It

ce of their minds, seeped into mine like poison. "The moment the midnight bell chimes, I pro

p in the territory. He'd held up a magnificent silver gown, the fabric shimmering like captured moonlight. "I have a surprise

park of hope grow into a fire, thinking this was the y

ood. The dress, the promise, the surprise-

plaint meant only for her. "She just doesn't get it," he grumbled, and I knew

me? For five years I had been

" he promised Fiona, his tone softening again to th

ed. I wasn't his love. I wasn't even his Luna, not really. I was an obstacle. A cage he w

eart a block of ice in my chest. I walked back into t

ess. She paused on the final step, a triumphant smirk on her lips, and walked directly to Alan, who had

I lifted my chin, my eyes locking with Alan's across the room. He looked start

him have h

my voice cold and clear, a single thought

ard. You ca