My Alpha's New Luna: Stolen Life, Forsaken Mate

I finally woke up. The first thing I did was

I barely recognized. He told me she meant nothing, that she w

en declared legally dead three years ago. The petition was signed by my o

ayed dead. He said the other woman

ing me off a cliff into a raging river. Kaelen dove in

pha's Command to order a blood transfusion to save her life. He never even aske

ed, a perfect picture of happiness. That's when I finally understood. Waking up was a mistake. My

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e smell of a winter forest after a storm, sharp pine and cold, clean earth. For five year

with something else. Something ch

ury. The witch's curse was finally broken. I was back. But when I followed his scent to hi

pping her face. My heart, which had just s

felt my presence, his

thed, his voice

rushing to my side. "It's been wild with grief

nd this was just a single, ugly ripple. I chose to smooth it over. I let h

cords, a cold dread creeping up my spine. The elder,

my voice trembling. "What do

d leaves. "Lyra... three years ago, y

whose bodies are never found, a way for the

y, sliding a heavy parchment across the desk. "For the stab

Kaelen's official seal, pressed into dark red wax. T

er continues, his voice full of pit

day of the Rogue attack. She had led me into that clearing, her eyes wide with false terror, right into their trap. I had fought to prot

worn on the Moon Goddess herself that he would wait for

n my hand, feels cold and useless. "It's void," the e

that connects all members of a pack, allowing us to speak mind-to-mind.

l have the pack doctor meet you at the hospital. Just a

s there. Because my son, Caelus, broug

e Hall of Records like a ghost, my feet carryi

ter spilling out into the night. I stay in the shadows

son, Caelus, his small hand tucked into Seraphina's. She's

my son's clear voice say. "Seraphin

like a physical blow. "Hush, little cub. Your father is the Alpha. The pack

was the right thing to do. Kael

id this. They buried me w

rack. It shatters. The feeling is a violent, wrenching agony in the center of my being, a gapin

ain, this one old and kind. It's Mas

e for you, if you want it. A neutral territory. Whisperin

tches. A pla

oice in my head raw with

me, on the mate who replaced me. The love I had for the

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