CHASING HIS DEAD LUNA
OLIVIA SWIFTrejected by my alpha wanted by the lycan kingyou regret rejecting me alpharejected by my best friend and alpharejected by beta but mated to the lycan king
The bed still rumpled, the IV stand was bare, the monitors dark and silent, and I stood in the middle of it and felt something hollow out inside my chest.
“Baby,” I whispered, to nobody, to the room. My mind was already spiraling.
Adrian had his phone to his ear already, Cassian on the other end, rapid instructions being exchanged, words I caught in fragments, east wing, loading bay, Liana Voss, shell company, private vehicle.
“Cassian says there’s a black car registered to one of Liana’s companies that left the underground bay fourteen minutes ago.” He lowered the phone. “We have a plate.”