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I couldn't find a soothing spot to put my body to rest when my mind was troubled. I hated to admit, but Hunt was definitely getting into my head with the statement he made. Gregory affirming the statement was making it worse. If Gregory could think that way, what would the rest of the pack think when Layla is sworn in as the Luna of the pack, that is if the council of wolves accepted. I had not come in contact with the chief council of werewolves ever since the incident with the Crystal Crescent pack that resulted to the loss of Sarah. Somehow, I figured local werewolves were the only ones bounded to the rules of the council, the true bloods cared less about them.

“Probably because they’re mostly written by women who’ve experienced rejection in real life, and they write their dreams of becoming powerful.” “But then they almost always take the bastard who rejected them back,” I countered. “That’s the mate bond. It’s how it works. Besides, I’m not reading a werewolf novel at the moment.” Nate and Kam had come in by then. “So, what kind of novel are you reading?” Nate asked. “It’s a forbidden love story,” she answered. I glanced at Kam, and we smirked. “So, is she underage, or are they related?” he asked.

She ambled towards me, and I was this close to just shvt her mouth with my lips, giving her a lesson. "You were expecting a she-wolf as a mate? What are you? A lesbian?" I asked sarcastically. To tell I had finally found her, and there she was looking for a she-wolf as a mate. 'Our assumption is right. She is not a normal she-wolf!' Zeb shook his head. 'What are we going to do now? Reject her?' He asked this time. 'Do you want me to reject her?' I couldn't fathom the idea of rejecting a gift from the moon goddess.

I told him. He smiled his evil smile again. “Nice to meet you once again, Layla. Catch up with you later,” Jarod said and left us alone. I turned to my silent mate. I lifted her face so she could look at me. “He is never going to touch you again, never,” I assured my mate, but I knew she wasn’t hearing a word. I carried her, and she went easily, like she has lost every fight in her. No, this is not right. I want her to be strong, to stand up for herself. She was the Luna, the Queen, a to-be lycan queen. I mind-linked Lisa to deliver our food to my chambers, and I walked there.

Pointing at the statue of the Moon Goddess, he said icily, "By the Moon Goddess, I swear to dissolve our mate bond. I reject you as my destined mate. The official papers to revoke your Luna title will arrive soon—and you will sign them." With that, he signaled his guards and strode out of the temple. I froze, trapped in an icy abyss. The guards dragged me away, but beneath the crushing despair, something fierce took root. A cold, burning hatred, crawling up from the depths of my shattered heart, uncoiling like a stubborn vine. From now on, I, Eva Lopez, would no longer live for love. For my pup, for the Silvermoon pack, I would reclaim everything that was rightfully ours.

"You couldn't stand her, and why you slept with her is still a mystery to me, no matter how many times you have told me the story. Then she wanted more, and you didn't, so she turned into even more of a b*tch. Let me think, did I leave anything out?" "Nope that pretty much covers it," I sighed. "But the fact remains that our pack is under regular attacks and she is the strongest female wolf warrior that we have. Not to mention that she is the highest ranked female that is around our age, besides my sister of course. And she is a wolf from our own pack, so she understands the pack better than anyone. I am trying to find a Luna that would be the perfect fit for the pack, and make us stronger.

As the night progressed, Liam had something special planned for his beloved Luna, a treat that would indulge her in the ancient traditions of their werewolf heritage. In the dimly lit bedroom, Isla lay on the bed, her heart racing with anticipation. The previous round had been a blur of pleasure and discovery, and she couldn't wait to see what Liam had in store for her next. Her body still bore the marks of their passionate lovemaking—tender nipples, sensitive from his teasing, and a pussy that ached with desire.

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

“Mr. Lawrence calls me. Between, I want to know why the jackals were fighting the air after you fell.” A confusion stayed on my face for a while, and then a tiny voice of my wolf spoke to my mind, “she can’t see the witch, only the shifters and superhuman beings can see her.” And then I dropped my confusion off my face, looked into her eyes, and said, “you shouldn’t know this.” “Why, Leslie?” she asked “How do you know my name?” “You shouldn’t know this, too,” she said, looking away. “It sounds like revenge.”