The Alpha’s Rejected Human Luna
Snatches of words—Rite, curse, human, Luna.
I push them aside, following the tug of the bond like a compass needle.
It leads me, as it always does, to her.
She’s in the training yard, hair pulled back, sweat shining on her throat. Naomi and Bella flank her, Cassian hovering near, pretending not to hover. The bond tightens—sharp, aching, undeniable.
I take a step toward her before I can stop myself.
She looks up.
Our eyes lock across the space. For a heartbeat, the noise falls away. It’s just us and the invisible line between us, stretched taut and thin.