The White Luna: Claimed By The Cursed King

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and, not as a courtesy. Just as a fact, clean and direct, like

en carrying me since the altar and the adrenaline that h

else, without excess, without performance. He folded his hands on the table and looked at

id, "I killed a man who

tart there. I kept my expre

stayed even throughout. "My Beta at the time had been feeding me false information about the Eastern Reach for months. Building a case for annexation that served his own interests. I went into that meeting with cor

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nt of my entire court. She said I would never know peace in my own skin until I made right what I had made wrong." His jaw tightened,

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ger to complete, and the wolf that comes through is not entirely the one I trained for twenty years." He looked at me directly. "Within another year, po

s not just a political problem. It was a dea

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ed. "Resources. Warriors if you want them. Intelligence on Roland's movements and vulnerabilities." Another pause, wei

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at the altar. The complete abs

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made sure every word landed clean. "If I stay, I stay as a warrior. I train with your people, I earn my place, and

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