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His smirk deepened. “As long as you’re not selling me off, it’s fine,” I said, narrowing my eyes playfully. “You’re not selling me off, are you?” “It’s a party, Nova, not organ trafficking,” he said, laughing. “Finals are, like, two weeks away, so they’re throwing it to help people unwind before they crawl back into their study caves.”

Bonnie replied, “Alpha, the Blue Moon Pack betrayed us! Should I murder Bruna?” I raised my right hand, causing him to stop. Shaking my head, I said curtly, “No need, Bonnie! Before death, Bruna needs to repay me!” I was undoubtedly angry but knew they would get a much-deserved lesson from me. An evil smirk crept on my face, and I said, “She holds the status of my life, but in reality, I bought her for a million dollars! She is nothing more than a toy for me! Let this toy of mine know the real avatar of her master! Let me toy her tonight and show her how rough I could go on her. She would be on her knees as punishment for betraying me!”

Chapter 2: The Rot Beneath The next morning, Atlas wakes with the shape of the girl still burned into his mind. Her white hair, the way she didn’t move even when the wind picked up. She’d looked like she belonged there, a fixture among the dead. His dreams hadn’t been any kinder. He’d dreamt of bones beneath his skin, shifting like they were trying to get out. He'd dreamt of voices whispering in the dark, too low to understand but heavy with meaning.

The entire room did. His piercing eyes scanned me, sending waves of unease down my chest as I wondered if I was going to be executed now. Then he started to laugh. His laughter reverberated through the room, sending further chills down my spine. “You really are a foolish Omega,” he mocked as he walked back to his throne. “Do you not realize what is happening here?” “This is not a negotiation Shane, I am giving you a choice: to save yourself… and your sisters, or to be wiped from existence entirely, I’ll have them raped to death… how old is the youngest again? She looks barely fourteen.”

Atlas asked Daxter, with a smug look on his face, and with his arms spread out shamelessly while he made that face. I didn't know why… but maybe because I was too angry at seeing Atlas' face, I wanted to rip his head off his neck. “And you, Luna Séraphine. You are stunning, and you are as beautiful as the pictures in my bedroom…” Atlas placed his hands on his hips as he continued to say to me, “I wonder why you are not a subject of my Black Moon pack. Sigh”. He shook his head. “I know if you were my subject, you would definitely have become my Grand Luna”.

I did not regret choosing to sit with her over the uptight food monger that sat four tables away. "I will fulfill my promise then. I will be your side kick for as long as you need me to be." I said. "I knew I could trust you. We're going to have so much fun together, you know. We'll explore the world together. You'll be the Bonnie to my Clyde." she said. "Why do you get to be Clyde and I Bonnie?" I asked. "You're obviously the pretty one of the two of us. Every one would obviously expect you to be Bonnie." she explained.

is all I manage to growl out. "Because it was the right thing to do. That baby belongs to my leaders and it's my job to get her there." He growls anger and fear clear to see on his face. "What did you just say?" I growl barely holding Storm in check. "That girl... Bonnie, she's no Luna. She will be a terrible Luna and a terrible mother so it's my job to get her to the cult where she belongs. Where she will be raised the right way."

I told him. “That right there is what makes you the Luna this pack needs. You are already looking out for the pack, and you did not even realize it. While you are right that some packs are still stuck in the past and are still purists, many have moved beyond that. I can tell you that all the packs that I know or that we are allied with no longer believe this. There might be individuals or families that still hold on to their purists' beliefs, but they are exceedingly rare. Our pack and our allies have many members that are not wolves. My nephew, Trent, who is the alpha of the pack that has most of the east coast of Canada, his Luna is a vampire princess from the kingdom we are in an alliance

I shook my head and turned to leave. “There’s no need. Since she likes my things so much, she can have them all.” A flicker of panic crossed Sean’s face. For a moment, he thought I meant Miranda could have him as well. He was about to chase after me when a loud crash suddenly rang out behind him. The plaster doll Bonnie had given Sean lay shattered on the floor before the bookshelf. It was something she had painstakingly worked on for a month while on a respirator. Her right hand held the needle as she shaped it inch by inch.

Hyene soothed, Claire not paying any attention to what we were talking about. I gave a silent gratitude to that. I didn't want her to hear about the attack and feel bad again. “Yeah, for fragile humans like yourself,” the blonde girl said as she raised from her chair and turned to me. She was shorter than Hyene, but only by a little. Her blonde hair was stick straight and down to her mid-back, accompanied with bright blue eyes and high cheekbones. Her resemblance to Malibu Barbie was scary—beauty and curves all in the right places.