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64 - My Luna

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SELENA

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The silence followed Roric’s death was heavier than the stones they’d tied to my ankles

It was a thick, suffocating blanket of shock and terror, broken only by the ragged breaths of the survivors and the slow, steady drip of blood on stone.

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on Austin, on the bloody knife in his hand, on the corpse of their former Alpha cooling at his feet .

He stood there, a dark king on a battlefield of his own making, his chest rising and falling steadily, his green eyes scanning the crowd with a chilling, detached assessment.

Then, his gaze found me.

He didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He simply extended his blood smeared hand, his fingers curling in a silent, imperious command. 'Come'

My heart was a wild drum against my ribs, the adrenaline of the fight still singing in my veins, mingling with a cold, terrifying triumph. I sheathed my own knives, the click of the metal loud in the stillness, and I walked towards him

I stepped over the b
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    He got my armor open and pushed it from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with a heavy thud. His hands went to the thin undertunic beneath, gripping the fabric at my shoulders. “You were magnificent , freckles,” he breathed, his voice thick with something that sounded almost like awe, and a dark, overwhelming hunger. “A fucking goddess of vengeance.” Then his mouth was on mine. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a claiming. A savage, desperate, triumphant claiming. It tasted of blood and victory and a possessiveness so deep it stole the air from my lungs. His tongue plunged into my mouth, a conquering invasion, and I met it with my own desperate hunger, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He broke the kiss as suddenly as he’d started it, his breathing ragged. “I need to feel you” he growled, his eyes blazing into mine. “I need to be inside you. Now.” He ripped my undertunic open, the sound of tearing fabric loud in the quiet den. He didn’t bother with finess

  • The Rogue's Reluctant Mate   66 - Ours

    He reached out again, his clean hand this time, and tucked a stray strand of my blood spattered hair behind my ear. His touch sent a shiver through me, a complex mix of adrenaline, triumph, and that dark, relentless pull between us. Then he turned to address the pack, his arm sliding around my waist, pulling me tight against his side, a united front. “Let this be a lesson to you all!” his voice boomed, echoing with absolute authority. “The old corruption is purged! The BlackClaw pack is reborn tonight! Under my rule! Under our rule!” He gestured to me. “Your Alpha and your Luna! Our word is law! Our justice is absolute! Now, clear this filth away!” He gestured dismissively at the bodies. “The time for mourning the past is over. The time to build the future begins now.” The spell of silence broke. The pack surged into motion, not with cheers, but with a frantic, fearful efficiency. They began dragging away the bodies, cleaning the blood from the stone, their movements hurried, thei

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    Austin gave me a slight, almost imperceptible nod. 'He’s yours' I stepped away from Austin, my movements fluid, deliberate. The crowd’s eyes followed me, a new kind of fear in them now. Fear of me. Selena Veridian was no longer just the Luna. She was the woman who had cut down trained enforcers without breaking a sweat. She was the Exile’s sharpest blade. I walked towards Rhys. He took a stumbling step back, his hand going to the knife at his belt, but it was a pathetic, reflexive gesture. He was utterly broken. “Stay back, Selena,” he choked out, his voice trembling. “I’m your brother!” I stopped a few feet from him. A cold, empty smile touched my lips. “My brother?” I echoed, my voice calm, clear, carrying in the silent cavern. “My brother watched as they murdered our parents. My brother stood by and said nothing as they tied stones to my feet and threw me in the river to drown. My brother chose a tyrant’s table scraps over his own family.” I took another step closer. “You stopp

  • The Rogue's Reluctant Mate   64 - My Luna

    SELENA _______ The silence followed Roric’s death was heavier than the stones they’d tied to my ankles It was a thick, suffocating blanket of shock and terror, broken only by the ragged breaths of the survivors and the slow, steady drip of blood on stone. Hundreds of eyes were fixed on Austin, on the bloody knife in his hand, on the corpse of their former Alpha cooling at his feet . He stood there, a dark king on a battlefield of his own making, his chest rising and falling steadily, his green eyes scanning the crowd with a chilling, detached assessment. Then, his gaze found me. He didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He simply extended his blood smeared hand, his fingers curling in a silent, imperious command. 'Come' My heart was a wild drum against my ribs, the adrenaline of the fight still singing in my veins, mingling with a cold, terrifying triumph. I sheathed my own knives, the click of the metal loud in the stillness, and I walked towards him I stepped over the b

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    Valerius, however, was made of sterner, if stupider, stuff. He roared and came at me, his heavy pack blade whistling through the air. “you should have stayed in the human world, Exile!” he snarled, his face contorted with hate. “This pack belongs to Roric!” “This pack.” I said, easily sidestepping his clumsy attack, “belongs to a true Alpha. Something neither you nor your pathetic master has ever understood.” I moved in, my own fighting knife, which I’d palmed from my boot, suddenly in my hand. It was a dance I knew well. The dance of death. Valerius was strong, I’d give him that. And desperate. He fought with the ferocity of a cornered animal. But he was no match for my speed, my precision, my sheer, cold-blooded intent. I parried his blows, each clang of steel a note in our deadly symphony. I let him tire himself out, his movements becoming sloppier, his breathing more ragged. Then, I saw my opening. A fractional hesitation in his defense. I feinted left, he overcommitted, and m

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    “Oh, did that hurt?” I cooed, circling him like a shark. The scent of his fear, his pain, was pungentI was enjoying this. More than I probably should. But then, Roric had earned every second of this. He, and his father before him, had built up a rather large debt of suffering. I was merely collecting, with interest. “Don’t worry, little brother. There’s plenty more where that came from.” He tried to get up, scrambling, his face contorted in agony. I let him. Let him think he still had a chance. Then, as he staggered to his feet, I moved. A blur. A flurry of strikes, each one targeted, each one precise. His ribs, his jaw, his solar plexus. I broke him down systematically, clinically. I could feel his bones give under my knuckles, hear his breath hitching, his groans turning into whimpers. The pack was silent now, watching in horrified fascination. This wasn’t a fight. This was a dissection. An execution. “You see, Roric,” I panted, my own adrenaline singing, but my mind cold

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