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The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate Forty one
Elara's POVI opened the letter on a Sunday morning while Renn was feeding.No particular reason for Sunday. It had been in the drawer for eleven days. I had opened the drawer four times and closed it again. On the fifth time I took the letter out and sat down and opened it while Renn was occupied and couldn't see my face.It was one page. His handwriting — controlled, the same hand that had signed pack documents and dinner invitations and my exile papers.Elara.I am not going to tell you what I should have done. You know what I should have done and so do I and there is nothing either of us gains from me listing it. I am writing because there are people moving toward you who understand what you are and whose intentions are not what they will present them to be. I have made too many mistakes through silence. I am attempting not to make this one.Meet with me. Once. You can choose where. You can bring whoever you need to bring. I am not asking for anything except one hour.I know what
The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate Forty
Elara's POVIt was past midnight when I asked him.We were in the kitchen. Renn was asleep. Caden had been at the table for an hour with his maps and his notes, the way he worked when something was bothering him — methodical, focused, covering the real thing with the productive thing. I had been watching him do it for forty minutes and had finally had enough."Tell me the truth about how you knew my mother," I said.He didn't look up immediately. Set his pen down first. Then looked up."I told you the truth," he said."You told me three weeks. You told me you barely knew her." I put my mug on the table and sat across from him. "That is not the face of a man who barely knew someone."He held my gaze for a moment. Then he closed the map."No," he said. "It isn't."I waited.He sat back. Looked at the ceiling briefly, the way people look when they're deciding how to start something they've been not starting for a long time."I was twenty-two," he said. "I had been with the group for thre
The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate Thirty nine
Damian's POV"Alpha."Bret's voice. I hadn't moved from the doorway.The carpark outside was empty. Her car was already gone. I had watched it pull away and I was still standing here like an idiot with my hand on the door frame and the entire commercial team watching me from the table."Alpha." Bret again. Closer now.I let go of the door frame and walked to the window. Stared at the carpark. "Leave the room.""I think we should—""I said leave the room, Bret."Silence. Then chairs. Then footsteps. Then the click of the door.I stood at the window with both hands on the sill and breathed.The bond was — I pressed one fist against my sternum. It was roaring. Seventeen months of managing it at a distance and she had walked through that door and it had come apart like it had never been managed at all.She had looked at me.That was what I hadn't prepared for. I had prepared for seeing her — I had run the scenario in my head a hundred times, what I would do, how I would handle it. I had n
The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate Thirty eight
Elara's POVThe haircut had been Petra's idea.Not drastic — just enough. Three inches off, the front pieces cut to frame my face differently, the whole shape changed from what it had been at nineteen. I had looked at myself in Petra's bathroom mirror afterward and not quite recognized the woman looking back, which was precisely the point.I wore a charcoal suit I had bought for this meeting specifically. My name for the meeting was Ms. A. Voss — a middle name, technically accurate, technically untraceable to anyone who wasn't looking hard enough.I had left Renn with Dr. Maeve, who had developed a habit of calling him her favorite patient and never charged me for the extra hours. I had kissed his forehead and he had grabbed my finger and looked at me with the expression that said he found my anxiety unnecessary.I had agreed with him and gotten into the car.---The Wolfe Pack's commercial development office was in a converted building on the territory's human-facing border — neutral
The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate Thirty seven
Selene's POVMy mother was waiting in the sitting room when I arrived Friday night.She had poured two glasses of wine, which she never did before a conversation she considered manageable. I noted that immediately.She looked at me when I walked in and something in her face did a thing I had never seen it do before.It flinched.My mother's face did not flinch. In thirty years of living inside it I had never seen it flinch. I stood in the doorway for a moment and revised every assumption I had brought through the door with me."Sit down," she said.I sat. Picked up the wine. Waited.She stood at the window with her back to me. That was another thing she didn't do — my mother faced rooms. She did not give people her back unless she didn't want them reading her expression."How much do you know?" she said."That the bond is active. That Elara is alive and operating somewhere nearby. That Damian has been tracking her." I paused. "That you've known where she was for some time and haven't
The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate Thirty six
Selene's POVI waited until he was in the middle of dinner.That was important. A man at a desk could redirect. A man halfway through a meal, with wine poured and the evening settled around him, had fewer exits. I had learned this from watching my mother work, though I had never told her that.I set my fork down. Let my hands tremble slightly — just slightly, enough to be seen."Damian."He looked up.I let my eyes fill. Not overflow — not yet. Just the glassiness, the caught breath, the expression of a woman who had been holding something heavy for a very long time and had finally run out of the strength to hold it."Is there something you need to tell me?" I said.He went still in the way he went still — the absolute composure of a man closing every door at once. "What do you mean?""Don't." My voice broke on the word. Beautifully. I had a gift for beautiful breaks — my mother called it my best quality, which said something about my mother. "Please don't do that. Don't give me the A
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