The Wolfless Surgeon: His Defiant and Unexpected Luna

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as a clean, surgical kind of agony. I knew the feeling. I'

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ate. Iron chains, heavy and biting, dug into my wrists and ankles.

ot my own. A life of shadows and whispers. A girl named Aryanna Mcknight

ious Mcknight family, only to be treated worse than the lowest servant. The constant sneers. The c

ed of betraying the pack to our enemies, the Bloodstone P

han who had endured years of torment-had died the moment that whip came down. In her place was me. I was simply wearing h

force, a brutal anchor to

ice purred. "The traitorous bitc

lpha heir, tall and golden, his handsome face twisted with contempt. Beside him, clinging to his arm, was Roxanne,

d suffocating. "A wolfless creature like her is a stain on our pack. She should have been drowned at birth

could be your Luna. Can you imagine? This worthless creature, standing beside the future Alpha?" She ran a manicured hand down his chest, her eyes fixed

s supposed to be yours. A mating gift." Her voice dripped with saccharine poison. "But a traitor doesn't deserve gifts. A wolfless freak doesn't deserve an Alpha.

sending a fresh spike of pain through my skull. I could s

creaming in protest. The leather bit into my flesh, and a g

have been sobbing by n

t the ol

m the memories, were a pale, unremarkable blue. But the look in them now was somet

ed by prey that didn't cower. He was used to tears, to submission. This silen

a blade. "What's wrong, my love? Is the little traitor not giving yo

ued silence. My lack of reaction was a challenge

ead back. The pain was blinding. "You're nothing. Less than nothing." He turned to on

t. Salt in these open lacerations would be an agony beyo

wooden bucket. The sloshin

the 22nd century only to die here, chained to a g

for the bucket, a sou

as a

It wasn't a sound of alarm, bu

y turned as one, looking towards the horizon. Damien and h

oser this time. It was a s

uel satisfaction, paled. A look of pure sh

ispered. "I

I saw

dark leather and steel, their banners snapping in the wind. They moved like a single, u

that seemed to drink the daylight. Even from this distance, the aura of command rolling off

was immense, his shoulders broad enough to block out the sun. Hi

orse stamping a hoof impatiently. The silence was absolu

en a ghost. "Dennison," he

ck's greatest warrior, a legend who had been f

owd, over a cowering Roxan

eyes land

ocked onto mine. His hand tightened on the reins, his knuckles turning white. I saw a flicker of something

ly spoke, was low and cold, yet it carried across the entir

he meaning