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"Did the Alpha just say what I think he said?" I forced myself to speak past the lump in my throat. "Who are you?" "Don't you know?" A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. It did not reach his eyes. Then I saw the marking on his collar, a silver crescent moon ringed in thorns, and my heart stopped. "You are Alpha Zarek," I whispered. "Our Alpha." "I am." He tilted his head, studying me. "And you are my fated mate, which means you are my Luna."

“The sperm bank idea makes sense. It would protect everyone involved.” Riley felt a surge of gratitude toward his friend. Despite his personal feelings, Fitz was putting the pack first. “Will you speak at the hearing tomorrow?” Sabrina asked. Fitz nodded. “I’ll stand with you. Both of you.” “Fitz I know that this isn’t going to help much at the moment but from what I have read in the texts each Luna falls in love with each Harem mate but they’re love is different to the main thats all doesn’t make it any less important but knowing this it would make it easier for me to place you as I know your less likely to want to stray.”

“Don’t have long for what?” Rowan met her eyes, and she saw no softness there—only grim certainty. “To learn if you’ll survive the change.” Her throat constricted. “No. No, this is wrong. I’m not—this isn’t—” “You are,” Rowan cut in. “That mark doesn’t lie. You’ve been bitten under a lunar triad.” Evelyn blinked. “A what?” “The three full moons that rise in a single season,” Rowan explained, his voice low, steady. “It’s rare. And dangerous. Those bitten then don’t become mindless beasts. They become true lycans.”

I could only force my heavy legs to take slow, painful steps. Thankfully, my twin sister, Noelle, appeared just in time, like a savior. She rushed over to me, urgently. "Naomi, you have to run! Dad is planning to give you to Joshua, the Beta of Snowmoon Pack, as his mate! I heard Joshua had a witch do a special reading. If he completes the mating ceremony during his 60th birthday party tomorrow with a virgin female werewolf, he can extend his life. If you can just make it through tomorrow, you'll be safe!

She buried herself in my embrace, her small body trembling like a frightened pup. Alpha Bastian’s face twisted in anguish. His breath hitched, the pain in his eyes deeper than any wound. Then the low growl of engines shattered the tense stillness. A convoy of black SUVs and official vehicles rolled up, dust billowing in their wake. A man stepped out—one of the Alpha’s legal advisors. His scent carried urgency as he approached me with purpose. “Apologies for the delay, Luna. Traffic slowed us down.” He produced a set of documents, bowing slightly as he presented them. “The separation decree is finalized, as per your request.”

The moonlight bathed her in a soft glow, illuminating the gentle curve of her collarbone, the delicate slope of her neck. And then I saw it. My breath caught. A dark mark. Fresh. His. My vision blurred at the edges, my pulse hammering in my ears. I took a step forward before I could stop myself, my eyes locked on the small yet damning mark just above her collarbone. And that’s when I noticed something else. Her lunar tattoo. I had seen it a hundred times before—a delicate silver symbol that represented our connection to the moon, to our destiny as mates. But now, it was different. The swirling silver lines had darkened, twisting into something else, something… wrong.

Selene was what happened when something with effectively unlimited time decided to want something and then simply continued wanting it across every obstacle and setback and century that stood between desire and acquisition. I retrieved the texts from the restricted archive after the assembly, while the pack was still gathered in the courtyard listening to their Luna tell them the truth about their compromised walls with a directness I hadn't seen from any Alpha or Luna in thirty years of council service. I brought them to Darian's secondary chamber and set them on the table and looked at them for a moment before sitting down. Seven volumes. Old. The kind of old where the binding had been rep

She is a slave, she’s weak, I can’t take her I need a strong mate. “ you’re my mate” her small sweet voice sounded like music to my ears, at that moment it took everything in me to stop myself from taking her in my hands, Leon wanted to hold her but no I can’t do this. I stepped back a bit and before I could stop myself I said. “ I, Ivan Parker, Alpha of the crescent moon pack, reject you as my mate and Luna”

But he shook his head and reminded me that the attackers only wanted the women. I grabbed Lizzy’s hand and began to follow our men to Uncle Luther’s safe house, but before we even got to the door, another dozen of Kane’s men walked in. And to my horror, one of them was very familiar. Kane’s men proceeded to easily overpower ours and the familiar man stepped towards us. “Greyson,” I gasped and he smirked. “Hello Luna, it’s been too long. I have been looking forward to seeing you again.” He said with a sinister smile.

"A fleeting, untraceable beat. Just enough to signal to them." "Signal to them what, Sama?" Rose asked, wide-eyed with terror. "Signal to them Leiran," Sama Arthur answered, her gaze fixed firmly. "Signal to them the child they're so eager to kill the world for." Crayons Arthur hesitated, then nodded. "Okay. Initiate projection sequence. Brief and contained." He worked with a strained but swift motion at a small machine. It hummed softly, and an ethereal, shimmering light began to coalesce in the air in front of Sama Arthur. It was a 3D projection, a light, perfect image of Leiran, sound asleep, their little face serene, giving off the same gentle energy that could move mountains.