The Secret Strength Of His Rejected Luna

Chapter 7

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t on the sofa until Vivian

gged me tightly, saying nothing, j

se that was nominally mine and Dorian's-a l

a ghost. Every piece of furniture, every

ds and Cora's pitiful face rep

d to see Cora. I had to ask her, f

espite the late hour, drove

e glass window on the door. She was propped up in bed,

wasn't "suffering"

ash of surprise in her eyes, which she quick

you doing here?"

" I said, cutting straight to the

she laughed, a laugh full of undisg

ting to the expensive bouquet of flowers from Dorian on her bedside t

ness made

ldly. "I am his Mate. The one

I had told the funniest joke in the wo

omous whisper. "Do you really think Dori

blank. My b

with malice. "Someone you can never replace. You are just a co

e in his heart. But I never k

ion was a sharp knife, twisting in my heart. "He marked you out of an Alp

my body trembling wit

Give Dorian back to me. It's for the best, for you and for him. D

The words echoed in

world was spinning, and I felt like ever

d the medicine cabinet. I found the strong herbal

eart-wrenching pain. I needed silenc

far greater than the recommended amount an

rew heavy, my limbs weak. I collapsed

ompletely, I thought I heard the d

e who it was. I just wanted

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The Secret Strength Of His Rejected Luna

Moria Anninger Werewolf

“I am the Luna of the Nightfall Pack, bound to the Alpha King, Dorian, by the Moon Goddess. But for a whole year, my husband has never touched me. Everything shattered when his private jet landed, and he went straight to his mistress instead of coming home. In my frantic despair, I accidentally hit her with my car. At the hospital, Dorian walked right past me as if I were a ghost. He knelt beside his mistress with tender concern, then turned his glacial fury on me, publicly stripping away my dignity. "I, Dorian Carlisle, reject you, Kira Sterling, as my mate." The final blow came when his mistress smugly revealed the truth. I was just a naive placeholder. Dorian's heart belonged to a ghost, and I was merely a convenient consolation prize he despised. The agonizing realization that my sacred bond meant absolutely nothing drove me to swallow a handful of sleeping pills. I just wanted the nightmare to end. But when I woke up, Dorian was sitting by my bed, coldly handing me a formal Mate Bond Dissolution Agreement. Looking at his impassive face, the despair inside me suddenly burned into a bitter, angry fire. I grabbed the crisp white papers and tore them to shreds right in front of him. When his mother mind-linked us to demand our presence at a family dinner, I cheerfully accepted before he could refuse. If he wants to be free of me, I will become his cage.”