로그인Twenty Minutes Later In Taylor's Room.
Luna Taylor’s POV
The door opened while I was changing my top. I looked up and promptly froze as I saw the face of the person who opened the door
“Get out,” I screeched, jumping away.
I spun around so fast the brush slipped from my hand and hit the floor. My sore bum banged against the dresser hard. I big down on my lip to keep from crying out.
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Later that day..Luna Taylor's PovAccording to the year 1902 archive of dark magic, there was only one known way to break a blood bind.If you wandered far enough from your master — the bind stretched until it snapped. It would hurt but then again What was a little more pain right?I crossed the tree line without looking back. The stinging in my chest built up.Breathe through it Taylor. You can do this.Taylor. Lunex's uneasy voice stirred in my mind. What are we doing?"We are breaking this bind," I said out loud. "Feel free to help."She went quiet and I kept walking.The trees thickened fast. Light dropped. The green forest floor crunched softly under my feet.The pain doubled up around the tenth minute.It started as a stinging pull but not it's like a fist pressed flat against my sternum and pushing in.Forcing a deep breath I
Later That Day.Luna Taylor's POV."How dare he refuse me, I'm his only son," He yelled slamming his hands on the table.I sat on the edge of my bed with the small listening device pressed to my ear and a crazy smile on my face.The device pinged as he threw something else at the wall. His ragged breaths filtered in through the device beside me.“You said he would help me,” Brandon snapped. “You said he wouldn’t let this get out of hand.”“I said he might,” Clara soothed. “Not that he would hand you money without questions.”"Will you shut up?," He yelled, cutting her short. I caught a small whimper and footsteps of Clara moving away from him.Interesting.“My father has never questioned me like this,”Brandon fires back. “Ever.”"Brandon...calm down...I," she stammered."This is all your fau
Twenty Minutes Later In Taylor's Room.Luna Taylor’s POVThe door opened while I was changing my top. I looked up and promptly froze as I saw the face of the person who opened the door“Get out,” I screeched, jumping away.I spun around so fast the brush slipped from my hand and hit the floor. My sore bum banged against the dresser hard. I big down on my lip to keep from crying out.Dante stepped inside my room and closed the door behind him. His eyes took in everything in the room in one sweep.“Sorry. I should have knocked,” he said, raising his hands at the glare I threw his way.“You think?” I bit back.He shut the door quickly and turned his back to me. “Finish.”I stared at his broad back encased in a black T-shirt and matching leather jacket. Heat pooled between my legs.“This is my room,
Alpha Dante’s POV"Dad, we really need your help." Brandon muttered behind me the next morning.I stood by the wide window behind his desk, with my hands clenched in my pockets. Wolves moved across the courtyard below us while my thoughts ran around in circles.Brandon continued to speak behind me. “The pack cannot go on like this,” he said. “Our medical wing is short on supplies. The southern border was attacked last month by the Umbrals.”Without turning around, I stretched out my hand across the glass as Taylor's figure walked across the courtyard.“And?” I asked.He stopped pacing. “And we need your help.”I could hear his breathing shift. My heart pounded away in my chest as she suddenly stopped in the middle as if she sensed me. A smile spread across my face as she shook her head, sent a hateful glare toward the window, and practically ran out of the courtyar
18+ Content Below 🚨🚨Taylor's POV"You barely look at me anymore." Clara's voice whined through the receiver in front of me.Her heels clicked against the wooden floor so hard I could picture her pacing.Brandon's voice bit back. "Lower your voice.""I will not," she snapped. "Ever since she came back, you've been distracted. It's always Taylor this, Taylor that."I leaned slightly closer to the receiver.Please... Give me something good to work with."I am doing all of this for us Clara," Brandon snapped."For Us?" Clara laughed bitterly. "Yelling at me is for our good?"There was silence. Then the scrape of a chair."You cannot be seriously jealous of a girl who remembers nothing," Brandon said.My fingers curled slowly.Clara let out a breath through her nose. "I am not jealous. I am cautious. You seem to be forgetting that this girl can destroy us if she ever gains her memory back.""I forget nothing. Taylor will still die, there's nothing that's going to change that. But she can
Taylor's POV"Miss Taylor," my maid, Lila, said softly as she brushed out my hair. "Should I braid it today? Luna Clara prefers-""I prefer it differently Lila, Two braids side by side," I cut in gently.She froze behind me, shooting me a surprised look.I met her eyes in the mirror. "Please braid it how I prefer."She blinked, then nodded. "Yes, Miss."I was sitting by a tall window in the east wing overlooking the inner courtyard of Brandon's pack house.Morning light slid across the marble floor and stopped at my feet. Clara and Brandon still hadn't discussed anything of importance. They just met for sex. Loud, disgusting sex.He still hadn't figured out that the CCTV in his office had been hacked into and the clip of me being in his office had been wiped off either.Everything was going to plan, but I was still angry. They would all pay for what they did to me and my pack. I would make sure they never did this to anyone ever again."Lila, who decides what happens in the pack apart
Taylor's POVThe room caved in, like I’d been shoved underwater without warning. My ears rang, a violent buzzing that drowned out everything except the sight of them together. My stomach lurched hard, bile clawing up my throat as my heart slammed wildly against my ribs.No. No, no, no.The word loop
Taylor’s POVWhy me? Why today of all days?I really should have stayed the whole week in my father's pack. I really did. But after three days, he insisted I go back home to my mate. Leaving him there tired and smaller still made my heart ache.He insisted he was fine and would recover on his own, e
Taylor's POVI didn’t remember running.One second Dante’s arms were around me, and the world felt heavy and warm.The next, cold air hit my face, and I was staring at a blue pond.“What the…?” The word didn’t come out. Instead, something like a soft growl rumbled from my chest.The surface of the p
Alpha Dante’s POV“Luna Taylor didn’t die of the accident, Alpha Dante. She was shot.”“That’s not possible,” I muttered, narrowing my eyes at him.The healer shook his head, lips pressed together, refusing to budge.His hand hovered over the chart as he quickly avoided my eyes. “She—she had multipl







