The Wolfless Luna's Secret Pureblood Heir

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e dark living room of the Blackwood estate. An anonymous text p

It was my husband, Ashton Harris. In the video, his long fingers were

alog I had left open on our nightstand for our third mating anniversary

y, yet the way she tilted her chin and drooped her shoulders was a deliberate mock

pped from my sweaty palm, hitting the thick rug wit

p the private driveway. Headlights swept across the

snatched the phone off the carpet, and pressed delete

nto the room, carrying the suffocating pressure of a pureblood Alpha. In our world, genes dictated everyth

dark gray eyes cut through the shadows and

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suit jacket and tossed it over the arm of the sofa. Three years of a sec

and flipped the switch. The crystal chandelier flared

om a nap. I didn't

stared at the knot of hi

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ore his fingertips could brush my skin

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answer clipped, and looked pa

s curled into tight fists at my si

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piece of ice. Whatever pathetic ho

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the cold, unquestionable authority o

d felt like I was looking at a total stranger. T

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e master bathroom, my hand drifted down to rest over my flat stomach. Five weeks pregn

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lowered set my teeth on edge. Inside my head, my

a fragile state after breaking her previous engagement. Giving Charlize that necklac

ouldn't access the Pack Mind-Link, and couldn't survive the vicious politic

the heavy door behind me. I needed cold water