The Wolfless Luna
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She pouted, tilting her head like a coy temptress.
Nicolas raked his fingers through his dark curls, frustration gnawing at him. His skull throbbed with a dizzy weight, and his memory was but a foggy void. He could recall the courtroom—voices, anger, then a blur—but nothing beyond it.
“Surely, you jest,” Mira cooed, twirling a strand of her raven hair around her finger. Her eyes devoured him shamelessly. “You mustn’t forget. A night of passion… of fire. You nearly knotted me in front of them all.” She closed her eyes and inhaled with a sigh of pleasure. “The very air still tastes of it—sex and sweat and your strength upon me.”