yielding, like the glare I know is waiting in the crowd. My name is Raina Adler, and tonight should have been the fulfillment of m
ian Cross-Alpha heir, campus royalty, and the man I believed would claim me as his mate. His posture is impeccable:
oms through the amphithea
again, bringing it to my lips. The liquid is icy gold on my tongue, an elixir charged with silver-light magic. I swal
the light. He opens his mouth to speak, but the syllables die on his tongue. My he
Lucian finally into
fal
o n
elders' brows knit in confusion. Panic curls in my chest-until
say, voice clear as glass. The words echo, shattering centuries of tradition. The s
drains of color. His jaw twitches. His storm-gray eyes bore into
s onto the dais. "Im
k so his fury ricochets past me. "By cho
I hold up a hand, letting my power shimmer around my form like
s expression. Then he straightens, face a mask of controlled fury. He picks u
I tell him, voice cool. "I'll recl
nd "witch" swirl around me. My ears burn, but I refuse to waver. The
e tries to speak. But I turn on my heel, ignoring the protests that rise be
e and moss; the chanting voices behind me fade into distant echoes. My chest heaves, not
ng Luna. Moonlight filters through its twisted branches, casting shifting patterns on the fores
ancient pact-cast me aside like a broken chalice. And yes, it hurts. My heart pulses w
cold resolve. I will not beg for what's mine. I will not kneel before hollow tit
clearing. It's Damian Reed-Lucian's beta enforcer, loyal as a dog who doesn't question the leash. His s
thick in his tone. "Everyone thoug
adjusting my hood. "I'
awkwardly. "I-I heard w
him, watching the way his ja
y face and the sigil peeking fro
's a reminder of how far I've
d an ally..." His voice
n this pack. But I saw the doubt in his eyes when he carried out Lucian's orders. I fe
pocket. "But know this: I'm not your Luna. Not ye
ion igniting in his sta
hind me like a curtain. Tonight is only the beginning. The pack beli
one that ends with Lucian Cross on his kne
ll make