The Unwanted Luna: Claimed By The True Alpha King

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liquid silver, burning my skin. My d

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a speaker. Haven, distorted. "She is the l

cent was masked by Wolfsbane and filth. To

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ws across my stoma

a thought to him

grabbed my throat, slammed

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slightly. He dropped me. I crumpled, ropes snapping.

my blood. A flicker of confusion crossed his face. But the drug

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my mind. Not a whi

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ver. Star fire. White light knit my ribs.

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words on the

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rough the ruined muzzle, "reject

ething snap inside me-a guillotine

ng, bleeding, alo

back door and vani