The Rejected Full Moon
she tries again hesitantly.
"Warrior, I summon you to observe the lines of authority. My contact title is Secretary. Can you abide by that!" I demand authoritatively. She flinches and takes a step back. Her face turns red. "I'm sorry, Secretary," she stammers, tears appearing in her eyes. I sigh, this is the moment when I have to break it off with her. I walk toward her until our chests are close. With two fingers, I lift her head. "I, Eric Blakely, Secretary of the Royal King of Werewolves, reject you, Clair, warrior of the former Storm Forest pack as my mate. From today on, we have only a working relationship". She cringes instantly, her face a twisted mask as she clutches her breast. To e
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