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Damon is present. I went cold. I felt a chill creep down my back. "Damon?" He gave a desperate nod. The Alpha Who Was Forsaken. Killian's sibling. He demanded that you come to Silver Dawn. My breath caught. The stories about him were nothing short of nightmares. A rogue so formidable, entire packs had fallen beneath his wrath. A ghost that killed without warning, without mercy. And now… he wanted me. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. “What does he want?”

The attire covers almost my entire body. I took a deep breath, then unbuttoned the front of my shirt. One by one they were all open, then I took them all off until they fell to the floor. There, I was surprised by something I didn't expect. My breathing became heavier as I groped my right chest. “How come there's… nothing? There's nothing. I don't have the mark...?" **This is the end of Season 1 of The Forsaken Luna's Burning Love. Thank you for riding this story together. Hope you all enjoy it to the fullest. Look forward to the continuation of their story in the next season.**

Don't mind her, Maria said turning to kiah. "Though I'm not the one to interfere in the business of others but I don't like the way you pick on others and also the way you look at young master Alexei.... You're just too man-crazy and one it would land you in trouble, mark my words" Kiah said to Lisa who made everyone to laugh. (Kiah's thoughts) If not for this mission, I would have had your throat slitted to silent that your lousy mouth. I have played russian roulette countless times, kiah said in her mind giving Lisa a death stare.

"Alpha won't mind it. She'll not regret it. I know her. Just mark her and make her yours before it gets too late" With the last step of Aren near me, I leaned down to Fiama, closing my eyes, and placed a deep bite on her neck.

"For my fated omega." He tears the parchment away, his breath hitching as he reads the title embossed in silver leaf: The Legacy of Our Moonmark. The entire hide binding is hand-painted, depicting a raw, dominant image of Jone and Michael locking jaws during their sacred binding ritual under the blood moon. The artistic style is unmistakable, executed by the Silvermoon Muse, an anonymous rogue painter whose street murals across the Silvermoon Capital Jone had defended for winters.

Varkros had twisted the body so much that it was almost unrecognizable. But I still saw it. I still saw Aiden beneath all that darkness. “I don’t give a damn that you’re the Aristea!” he roared, his voice dripping with venom. “You will never—ever—defeat me!” I slowly lifted my chin, refusing to look away from him. “We’ll see about that,” I said calmly. Rage exploded across his face. With a snarl, he raised his hand, his long claws ready to slash toward me. But before he could move—

“I’m cursed, Benedict. Don’t you get it. Aisling was supposed to be a white wolf. But because of our mother, she isn’t. I did everything, everything I could to be worthy of having a white wolf, but it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough. Do you really want to have children with me? Daughters who are cursed just like me?” White hot desire flows through me as images of children that look like a cross between Sloane and I race through my mind. Marrok pushes forward. I grab hold of him. ‘You can’t fucking mark her, Marrok. She’s underage and she’s not willing!’ ‘Mine,’ he growls. ‘Fine. Call her yours. Call her ours. I’m fine with that. But you know you can’t mark her.’ ‘Yes, I can. It just won’t las

I smirked, glancing at her from the corner of my eyes. “Do you really believe them? I still think they’re wasting our time,” Verity said, sipping the coffee. “Be careful, it’s still hot,” I said, pouring the coffee beans with a small amount of cocoa beans in the grinder. “Honestly, I don’t know. But… Morana said the logo was created from an ancient book. City of books.” “So this mafia you are looking for could be a secret ancient book club of curses?” I let out a sigh and looked at Verity.

Or what if he doesn't like burgers as much as I do and is allergic to chocolate when my favorite cake is a Rafaelo Roche flavored? "I never minded that I didn't get to feel the soulmate bond, I felt like the Moon Goddess understood the way I think and didn't push that on me. But then Atlas came along and he claimed to feel that for me while I dont feel the same. And then there is the whole other thing about our wolves that has me worried." The fact that Atlas can at any given moment just call for Saf and she has the ability to leave still doesn't fail to amaze and scare me. Everything about Atlas has me confused, having him close, feeling his gaze upon me makes me feel uneasy, in a good way.

My grandmother passed before I was born due to grief, but I've been told she was a very remarkable lady. A door closing makes me jump, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turn off the shower and grab the towel, drying off as I step out. I grab the clothes he gave me, enjoying these ones a lot more already. I throw them on, enjoying the clean casual clothes. I look in the mirror, seeing the red dye from my hair fading away to leave my bright white hair showing. I grab my hair and tie it up in a bun, trying to hide the white showing through. My fathers words echoing in my head yet again, and yet I had let Talon see my wolf. "He is our mate. You will not keep me from him." Freya snarls. "The moon