Shattered Bond: The Rejected Luna Shines Now

phin

e feeling of be

lling my soul from my body. It had been four days since the

had slept there for centuries. My husband, Harlan Kensington, t

all. Cold sweat soaked through my silk nightgown. My inn

ct too

ched out through the mind-link. It was the most intimate con

, my mental voice weak

me back wasn't comfort. It was

ice echoed in my head, sharp

It was a cloying, sweet smell of jasmine, twisting around hi

't just sink.

y so-called distant cousin, who h

ice trembling, clinging to a

gh the link, the feeling of his a

p using these pathetic tricks to get my atte

kness di

hing he said before

of his disgust, and the lingering scent of jasmine. The psychic backlash hit my b

a glass of water. Each step fe

eper, Mrs. Gable, was sitting there, watching television. She was Harlan's old n

lazily lifted her eyes. "Luna. Is t

e for the Alpha's mate, but

, my voice a raw whisper.

my way. "The kitchen has been cleaned for the night. The Alph

age in my chest, a rage born from four years of qu

una of this Pack. I gathered what little strength I had and let a sliver of

ut of

ud, but it w

laced by shock. She had never expected me,

untary step back,

walked, step by agonizing step, back up

e mirror. Pale face, hollow eyes. Was this t

scent of cedar had saved me, his warmth a beacon in my grief. It was Harlan. For th

was tainted with an

party says the words, "I accept your rejection," does the tie blessed by the Moon Goddess truly

ne scent were a bucket of ice water,

n't beg

the formal rejection document, stamped with the Pack

led in protest, a

eyes we

his rejection.

his was the beginning