My Contractual Luna: Curing The Alpha's Decay

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every ounce of

inding white lightning through my nervous system. Around the raised dais, hundreds of gathered p

hern territory and the man my father had bound me to in a political betrothal. The air around

urling his upper lip to bare yellowed canines. "You couldn't eve

y stirred. The phantom chains of my inner she-wolf shattered into ash. Tear his throat

mory of my past life: the roar of crimson flames, the suffocating stench of burning dried aconite and sage, and Kirt laug

spered into my dying ear. 'Your ancestr

been the las

il

erworld. She had hurled my soul back into my nineteen-year-old bod

rozen wrath. I dug my fingernails into my palms until the skin split, usin

cruel amusement. To them, I was merely the orphaned daughter of a fallen Healer clan, an O

eyes drif

arnes. The supreme sovereign of the Silverthorne territory. He sat with his elbows braced on the st

ed across the ca

nes. My inner wolf, who had whimpered in fear throughout my previous life, snapped her head

s broad shoulders squared against the dark fabric of his tunic, his pupils dilat

s, Kiera! A

to my side, her eyes welling with expertly summoned tears as she

d graze my skin, the breeze carried her scent to my flared nostrils-underneath the heavy

lder, letting her

id beast. "Cease this insolence, Kiera," he growled, the vibration thrumming in his chest. "Stand

his face. They dropped

th-Stone. My mother's dying warding relic. In my first life, I had spent weeks weeping over its my

or-sharp calm set

smothered me. "I am counting to three. If you do not bare your

hing Kirt's sleeve, playing the gentle mediator. "

flat against the cold stone.

was gone. When I lifted my chin and locked my eyes onto Kirt, there was no

tincts recoiling from something ancient and lethal i

an old wolf murmured, "The g

t look at Kirt again. I turned my eyes fully onto Janice, an