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1- Luna Morgan

ผู้เขียน: Ash Lennox
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-11-22 22:30:39

Morgan’s POV

I had worn the mask for so long that sometimes I forgot what it felt like to be a woman, to have a body that ached and pulse and burned in ways no crown or throne could ever soothe. They called me Luna still even after I sent him away.

The Alpha who used to be my husband the man who spread himself across every bed in the pack except mine. I divorced him yet I kept my title because I gave the pack more than he ever did.

I bled for them and built them up and led them with iron and tenderness. But when night fell and the halls grew silent, the demons inside me clawed and screamed. I was untouched and very starved.

A Luna with a crown of power but a body begging to be ruined.

It was that hunger that carried me through the village streets in disguise with cloak drawn low and hood shadowing my face.

I told myself I was just observing just curious but even my own lies could not smother the heat between my thighs. I wasn’t here for politics or diplomacy. I was here to watch
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