The Secret Oracle: His Defiant Luna

Chapter 6

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nd polished mahogany, felt heavy in my lungs. Across the massive desk, Anya sat w

slid the stack of papers between us. The official Rejecti

d to sign, next to her name: Anya Kent. For seven years, it had been A

her expression calm, her posture perfect. She looked like she was re

in the face. Didn't any o

regret. I snatched the pen and scrawled my signature

age. She read every line, every clause, her violet eyes missing

ure, unlike mine, was an elegant, delibera

int severing. The last legal and ritualistic thre

back to Alistair and st

my lips before I could

o look at me. No anger, no sadnes

lance of the control I had lost. "Is that it?" I asked,

argument? Tears? Some sign that

ghtly. Then, she gave a small, almost imperceptible shak

punch to the gut. It created a chas

sting on the brass knob. She paused agai

gone, replaced by something I couldn't decipher. It was

, "for the seven years we shared a r

suspiciou

she'd used in the square. "You have a meeting in Seattle this

ay. "Specifically, between four and five o'clock. There will be an accident

he simple finality of a weathe

die," sh

. It wasn't a threat. The certainty in her voice, in her unnervin

a pro

uickly as it had appeared, replace

a shrug, as if my life or death were a

lked out, leaving me standing a

e clock on the wall. The

ing in my head. A tanker truck

act of revenge? A mind g

it th

ed on the answer. And I ha

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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.”