The Secret Oracle: His Defiant Luna

Chapter 5

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e icy atmosphere I'd just left behind. Sunlight streamed through the large window, illumin

rushed in, her face etched with worry

s," she said, her voice a hushed whisper. "I heard

as a fragile, beautiful thing in a wor

The gaping wound in my chest was still there, but it no longe

ow," she whispered, her own story tumbling out. "The man I asked you about. My pack's Gamm

tears, I saw the reflection of my own silent suffering. The isolat

empty seat at the family table and refused to give it back. She had taken my parents. Now

led out a small, flat stone. It was a piece of obsidian, polished sm

ng it into her palm. "It will help s

said, her voice thick with emotion. "Anya, if you need a place to go... I just si

hen my own family and pack had cast me out. For the first time in

," I

ely alliance was forged

voice slamme

ng the ghost of our bond, the residual connection o

id you do? Sterling's

vanished. An icy rage, pure

e in me instantly.

s closing as I focused inward. I didn't need to spe

with scorn. A better question, Bartholomew, is what gives an Al

tent fury came back t

rents, stole my home, and now warms your bed. And you let her. You chose her over your own mate. What's th

was so used to being obeyed, to being in

ed, relentless. This pathetic little echo of a bond

realized that yes, that was exactly what he was trying to do. He could

ed for the sliver of moonlight that always lived within me, the core of my identity as

it down

a word. It was a feeling. A shov

t. Of.

and pain, his, and then, for th

ete, and ut

hain had b

, shuddering sigh. The headache behind my ey

oe, her face a

ce clear and steady. "I jus

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The Secret Oracle: His Defiant Luna

Zitella Shepp Werewolf

“For seven years, I played the perfect Luna to the Graystone Pack, shouldering the responsibilities while my fated mate, Barth, treated me like a mere duty. Everything shattered the night he abruptly blocked our mind-link. When I rushed to his private club, I found him intimately holding Elna, his adopted human sister, looking like lovers caught in the act. Instead of explaining, Barth summoned the entire pack to the central square the next day. To protect his precious sister from rumors, he publicly declared me jealous and paranoid. "She is no longer fit to be the Luna of Graystone." He prepared to officially reject me while the crowd sneered and Elna fake-cried in his arms. His family even ransacked my room and smashed the moonstone amulet I had left behind, calling it a cheap trinket from a wolfless bitch. They thought I would fall to my knees and beg. They thought I was just a weak, discarded placeholder. They didn't know I was an Oracle, and that the "trinket" they destroyed was the only ward keeping a deadly curse from swallowing their entire territory. Looking at the man the Moon Goddess had supposedly made for me, I felt nothing but pity. Before he could finish his sentence, I cut him off. "I, Anya Kent, hereby sever our bond. I reject you as my mate." Leaving them to face their impending doom, I turned my back on the Graystone Pack to finally live for myself.”