The Alpha’s Dead Luna
Then, with a quiet, almost defiant resolve, I decided to leave it on.
After all… it seemed unlikely I would ever be a bride again.
I extinguished the lamps, leaving only the soft glow by my bedside. I stirred the fire, then chose to let it burn—it gave the room a welcome warmth.
Sliding beneath the covers, I knew instantly that sleep would not come.
Not tonight.
My hand drifted toward the novel Nicole had given me, resting on the bedside table but before I could reach it, something caught my eye.
The balcony doors.
For a moment, I thought I had imagined it—l, a slight movement, nothing more.
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