Not Your Luna Anymore
"If the ring's tight, get it resized. The gown'll take longer—I'll change and have staff bring it over. Oh, and the house has other mistresses. Got questions? Ask them."
Ten years of the mate bond. Every year, Bruce brought home new side-chicks. Different faces. Same story.
Lucky him—Alpha of the Darkfang Pack. Rich, untouchable. He could keep a whole damn harem.
Some even joked he was channeling the old primal packs—mating like a tribal beast.
"Bruce, let's break the bond. Now."
I'd said it a hundred times. This was the first time I meant it.
He dropped Moye's hand, eyes narrowing like I'd lost it.