Blessed Luna Rising: A Dark Medical Mate-Bond Revenge
*
Seraphina set the wineglass down and crossed to the low table where she’d laid out her own collection of evidence.
Printed stills: Luna at the park. Luna’s profile in bad streetlight, caught from a car window. Luna half‑turned in the Institute corridor, small hand tucked into Rhea’s.
In every one, those silver‑flecked irises glinted even through cheap lenses.
She ran a thumb along the edge of one photo.
Lyra, the girl from nowhere, had walked into their world with second‑hand clothes and human degrees and somehow ended up keeping what was never supposed to be hers—mate, child, and a council seat. Every piece Seraphina had been bred, polished, and positioned for.
الفصول الرائجة