The White Luna: Claimed By The Cursed King

l fresh when Roland looked me in

k pressed his hand to the chest of Cecile Voss, a woman who had never held a sword, never bled for thi

him sever our mate bond in fr

e of them

eil, hereby reject you, Nadia A

rted in my chest and ripped outward to my fingertips. My knees wanted to buckle. I had taken silver-laced arrows in battle. I had fought thre

not

ees and I brea

of any warmth. "You are released from your bond, your title, and your place in t

gloating. She didn't need to. The altar flowers, the guests, the ceremony, all of it had been a

n the las

Probably Mara, my second-in-command, the only woman in this pack who had ever actually watched my back. The rest of them

nd of authority that made younger wolves stand straighter when he entered a room. Now I catalog

t enough that only the front rows could hear. "You

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my palm. I had worn it for two years. I had earned it in blood and strategy and night p

e altar, gently, li

it," I

t shake. I was

ad trained. Omegas I had protected. Elders who had called me the strongest Luna in a generation six mont

ell enough to know that speaking would crack something open that I needed

gs finally registered what my pride had

against the nearest

know. I swear to the Goddess I didn't know until

up my other h

stop

let the physical reality settle over me. Rejected. Exiled. Seventy-two hou

he one fact I had been carr

that change

men. The gesture was small. Instinctive. Mara's eyes followed th

ce had gone very

hing off the tree. "That's how l

n the trees, away from Ironveil, away from Ro

whispered, "Wher

d to a king who had not been seen in public in three years, who ruled his territory thr

was the one place Rol

and won't touc

that I wasn't sure K