HEART OF A TRUE LUNA
I said lowly, but I was sure he heard it.
“No, not me.” He then pointed at me. “You are fucked.”
“Give me a pen, and I’m out of here.” I hissed.
“Not too fast, and we don’t need a pen.” He stood up, and his claws erupted from his nails, and he cut his palm as he walked toward me.
My eyes dilated as my heart thundered.
“No. Not a fucking blood contract!” I growled as I pushed my chair backward.
“You don’t have a choice.” Alpha Clifford dropped a paper on top of the document I was reading, and it was my notice of dismissal as an Alpha, effective today—signed by the counsels of the Council. All seven of them.
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