The Alpha's Fake Luna Is the Lycan King's Mate

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ears, I had told myself it was Pack business. But the silence from my inner wolf was no longer patient; it was a dead, hollow quiet. There was n

s records are

in the Pack's archive room, the scent of old paper and stale a

ted. "I have a right to know. It's been five years,

ge, not to the woman who was supposedly its Luna. He finally let out a slow breath. "Eleanora, a Mating is only real when the

s lifted. "So, whe

his dark eyes before it was gone. "In the archives,

slush. No record. The phrase cracked open the entire foundation of my li

we?" The question

ulled a file from a locked drawer and pushed it across the d

n sharpened with brutal clarity. "Partnership Agreement." "Five-Year T

was an employee whose

hallway. The door swung open. He saw the contract in my hand, and his

wn hair framed a delicate face, and Jaxon's scent clung to her like a second skin. She

y, no older than four, peeked out from behin

of jealousy. Of utter, absolute betrayal. He wasn't j

his hand outstretched to take the papers. Gu

tract so tightly the edge bit into

es burning. "Five years, Jaxon," I said, my

his brows - his telltale sign of frustrati

ora," Kiley murmured, her voic

at me with his father's eye

looked at their perfect little family of three and

eyes one last time. Then, I ripped the contr

of the archive room wi

mind, a wildfire that burned awa