The Day I Stopped Being His Luna
My mate, Kane Blackwood, was the most feared Alpha in the Northlands.
For three years, he treated me like something that belonged to him.
He would drag me into his arms on the stone steps after moon rituals, pin me against the wall in Blackthorn Keep’s long corridors, and bite the mark on the back of my neck beside the patrol trails in the border woods, as if he needed everyone to remember exactly whose Luna I was.
I used to think that was his way of loving me.
Rough. Possessive. Lacking tenderness.
But love, all the same.
Until one night, I stopped outside the council hall and heard an elder say in a furious voice, “Those charcoal sketches on the black market were released by your people, w
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