The Rejected Luna Returns as a Warrior

l, but to my Fated Mate, Darwin, I w

pregnancy, his mistress threw herself agains

sk questions. He used his Alpha Command

tering kick directly to my sto

freezing lake, the wate

lled the rare White Wolf pup I was carrying-t

k water, Darwin was left with a

s to find the s

urdered his own soul and his true son f

into a monster who tortured those who deceived

my broken engagement ri

surfaced, I didn't co

e rain, clutching the phantom thread

you," he

he car door

usewife died

has returned to burn hi

pte

ria

the Shadow Council, Gl

walls of the safe house. He sat in the shadows, nursing a gla

ing the strap of my bag. "But I am also his Fate

nt and cold steel. "You are suppressing your aura. You are hiding your claws. And for what? For an Alpha who smells like another

hit harder than a silver

ce tight. "If I don't return to the

"Remember your training, Agent Echo. If the bond brea

nd walked out into

oming home. Tonight, the Mind-Link-that psychic static connectin

are you, baby?

arm, concerned, dripping with the honeyed affecti

I replied, masking my thoughts behind a wall of

ing dinner. It's our an

ink. Annive

on. I had ghosted into the house, silent as a shifting sha

ound of skin hitting skin. I heard the low growls of a male

ow-born Omega with ambitio

ere, frozen, as the realization shattered my world. Later, I checked the securit

sive estate was lit up like a Christmas tr

e. The smell h

smell of dinne

d rain. Now, beneath the pine, there was a cloying, sickly-sweet odor. Ch

're

ver his designer shirt. He looked handsome, his jawl

ed to

dangerous growl in the back of my mind. She di

ent around me. The smell

sked, pulling back sligh

I lied. "

e his collar, was a faint red scratch. He fol

while I was on patrol," he

my voice flat. "It lo

but the sound didn't reach his eyes. "

ning table. He placed

ng among the carrots and potatoes

od ran

d softly. "What

looked pretty," he said, taking a bite of his o

said, pushing the bo

l doses, it acts as a suppressant. It weakens the wo

th. "Is it? My bad. I'm just a clumsy co

an Alpha. He knew every

empty smile. "Just pick it ou

the man I had sacrificed my career for, the

testing me. Or maybe, he was ensuring my "bar

gry," I said

octave, a hint of Alpha comma

hallenge him, she whisper

We need three days to move the

aid, clutching my stomach.

the stairs. I could feel his eyes bori

r. I pulled out the letter I had written to him o

er of the paper on fire. I watched it curl into

ond-the golden thread that co

the empty room. "In three day