The Defiant Luna Rejects Her Arrogant Alpha

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. The one standing before the glas

re knot at the nape of her neck. Not a single strand out of place. Through the mirror, I could see the other-the woman from

a stranger. She was the real one.

into stillness

er glasses for the tenth time. The ne

her voice tight. "Once we walk throug

n the floor numbers fl

t I could never quite break. The p

for this day for th

ind, a man whose face seemed permanently carved from granite. He clutched his leather

announced

lent top-floor lobby of Hatfield

sentence. A junior wolf carrying a coffee stopped so abruptly that

ensed what was rolling off me, and it was not the gentle warmth of a Luna

m. Kenzie and Julian fell in behind me, their steps match

lara, looked up from her desk. Surprise flashed across h

g. "The Alpha is in a v

ntained fury coming off me-the thing I had nurtured through a

his office stood before

of conversation

st the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked his city. The raw p

ith irritation. "I thought I made

ent three years making me a ghost in my own marriage. His stormy-blue eyes swept over K

background-then snapped back. I watched the amusement in his eyes freeze, crack, and give way to confusion, the look

umbling in his chest. "Did my Luna

es insects at his feet, and opened his arms in a gesture that was

o the massive mahogany desk-his throne-placing two leather-bound folders side by side on its pol

ssing his arms over his broad chest, still looking amused-a king watching a

to say they were like a summer forest. Now they fe

the left toward him. "Plan A. You reject me. I leave

didn't reach his eyes. Somethin

d never seen before. The amusement on Dylan's face finally froze, cracking like thin ice. He sense

t each word land like a ha

ch and drinking in his discomfort. Julian Hayes stepped forward, placing his briefcase on th

rrying the weight of a thousand days of pain. "We can discuss the terms of our separation. According to the ancient mate-bond covenants, as t

his throat. "There is no

followed mine, and for the first time I saw real uncertainty in h

arge hand closing over the folder that held his fate. He opened it.