Getting Back My Secret Luna

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o the pack.No one asked how I was. No one checked in.The p

a hired housekeeper for the pac

at really

medies that could benefit werewolf healing.My work had been promising enough that Professor Jenkins, my mentor and fellow Moonstone Pack m

for my phone and dialed a number I

rought tears to my eyes. The genuine warmth in his tone was such a

trying to keep my voice steady.

n ages. The Moonstone Pack

ng to ask about that confidential three-year research

ermoon Initiative? Yes, it's entering it

ly, surprising even myself w

tain? This isn't just about the research, is it? What about

name sent a sharp p

y. His expression was stoic, proper. Mine was full of hope and adoration. I had been s

ith no bottom could never be filled,

e cold glass of the frame. "Please, Professor. I

truly groundbreaking, Allison. Just... make certain this is what you w

hed since my marriage. Each page filled with my precise handwriting reminded me of who I used to be-a re

sical exhaustion of recent weeks finally catching up to

pen. The desk lamp cast long shadows across the ro

he strong scent of whiskey and unfamiliar perfume

, wincing at the stiffness

t. His usually perfect appearance was disheveled-tie hangin

he hospital, lost our child, and he was out celebrati

snarled inside my mind. *He

hysically recoil. Instead, I stood slowly, my d

and slipping my arm around his waist. The contact made my

t on the edge of our California king bed, my mi

lled me into his arms, his lips

pressed me against the wall, his hand

neck, his teeth grazing the sens

ther she-wolf, like nothing ever happened? The tho

zing through me like wildfire. The crack of my h

the red imprint of my p

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oice deadly calm despite t

le. His wolf eyes flashed silver as Fenrir surfa

you talk

"I'm done being invi

sense." He reached for me agai

ing distance between

en us like shards of ice. Lucia

if testing the unfamiliar concept. "

over my chest. "Are you hard of hearing, or just that dense? I