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Nineteen
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2026-07-15 15:39:06
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The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate Twenty eight
Damian's POVI confirmed it on a Wednesday.Not from the photograph — the photograph was insufficient for certainty and I had been rigorous about that distinction. What confirmed it was the voice recording.Marcus, following standard procedure for significant commercial refusals, had recorded the second meeting with written consent from all parties for internal review purposes. He had submitted it with his report and I had not listened to it until three days after it arrived, and then I had listened to it twice and sat in my office for a long time afterward doing nothing.Her voice was different. Controlled in a way it hadn't been at nineteen — deliberate, paced, carrying the particular authority of someone who had learned to use it as a tool. But underneath the control the cadence was the same. The way she built an argument, the slight emphasis that landed on the operative word in each sentence, the quality of the silence she left before a point she wanted the room to absorb.I had h
The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate Twenty seven
Elara's POVThe meeting place was a hotel bar in a neutral town neither of us called home.Caden had chosen it. Round tables, low lighting, enough ambient noise that conversation didn't carry. I arrived ten minutes early, ordered tea I didn't intend to drink, and put Renn's carrier on the chair beside me where I could feel him breathing.They were already there.Two of them — a man and a woman, seated at the table across the room, watching the door. They had the specific stillness of wolves who had learned to hold it so long it looked like ease. The man was perhaps fifty, silver-haired, with the unhurried quality of someone who had stopped needing to prove things. The woman was younger, thirties, with a leather portfolio on the table in front of her and eyes that had already catalogued the room twice since I walked in.They saw me. They stood.Not in the polite social way people stand when someone approaches. In the other way — the instinctive way, the way your body moves before your
The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate Twenty six
Elara's POVThe ticket was real.That was the part I kept returning to not thinking about it, which I had done before and resolved before, but the doing of it. I had gone to the human travel agency on Millfield Street at nine in the morning on a Tuesday, and I had sat across from a pleasant woman named Carol who smelled of coffee and wore a lanyard with her name on it, and I had asked her about flights to New Zealand.Carol had been efficient and friendly and had printed me an itinerary with a departure in six weeks, enough time to wind down the business arrangements, transfer what couldn't be wound down, relocate.The ticket sat on my desk when I got back to the office. Printed on Carol's paper, in Carol's font, with the cheerful formatting of something designed to make people excited about travel.Renn was in his cot. He was three months old and had recently developed the ability to make a sound that was somewhere between a vocalization and a declaration — not words, not close to wo
The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate Twenty five
Elara's POVThe announcement came through a business contact on Thursday morning.Not deliberately, she hadn't sent it with any awareness of its significance to me. Jana was a logistics coordinator for a mid-sized pack three territories over, a professional contact I'd built through the brokerage work, and she forwarded pack news bulletins as a matter of course when they contained commercial implications. The Wolfe Pack's formal engagement announcement had commercial implications because it signaled the beginning of a Luna selection period, which historically affected pack trade priorities and external cooperation appetite.Jana's email said: FYI — Wolfe Pack ceremony was last weekend, expect their commercial division to go quiet for the next quarter while internal politics settle.Attached was the official announcement. A single page, formatted with the spare formality that pack documents used for significant events — the kind of writing that was designed to be read aloud in a hall r
The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate Twenty four
Elara's POVNessa arrived without warning on a Friday afternoon, which told me everything before she said a word.She was not a woman who arrived without warning. In the months since I'd left the pack she had communicated through careful, coded letters delivered through intermediaries, each one timed and routed with the methodical caution of someone who understood that contact itself was a risk to be managed. That she had come in person, to the new office address that I had given only to Caden and Petra, meant that the caution had been overridden by something more immediate than caution.She looked smaller than I remembered. Or not smaller — compressed, the way people look when they have been carrying something for too long without a place to set it down. Petra brought her in and I sent Petra home early and locked the outer door and put Renn, who was asleep in the cot with his characteristic total commitment, in the corner where I could see him, and I sat across from Nessa and waited.
The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate Twenty three
Chapter 23 Damian's POVThe second refusal arrived on a Monday.Marcus brought it in person this time rather than filing it through the standard commercial correspondence route, which told me he considered it significant enough to warrant a conversation rather than documentation. He sat across from my desk with the careful posture of a man delivering news he had not fully made sense of and set the letter on the surface between us."She met with us herself this time," he said.I looked at the letter without picking it up. "The director.""She came as her own representative. Introduced herself as the company's director of strategic operations — didn't offer a personal name, which is unusual but not unprecedented in independent brokerage work." He paused. "She declined the revised proposal. Same position as before — misalignment of strategic direction. But the way she declined it—" He stopped again."Tell me.""She restructured our own proposal back to us," Marcus said. "In the meeting.
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