My Contractual Luna: Curing The Alpha's Decay

RA'

estral Sanctuary stret

bruising at my unyielding posture. "Kiera,

ted the tangled silver pins in my hair, brushing away the dust of the flags

n insult. To an arrogant Alpha-blood, an Om

af, bitch?"

hick fingers hooking into a claw to se

ught could even form. I pivoted on my back heel, shifting my center of gravity by a mere inch

ors. Janice's theatrical tears vanished,

e purple with humiliation

into a feral, muddy amber. His fingernails elongated, thickening into blackened lupine claws

er wolf whispered fierc

I stepped directly into his blind sp

ad dissected the muscular and nervous systems of thousands of werewolves. I di

pt stitched into the lining of my ceremonial cuff for botanical preservation, struck viciously upward-driv

s throat as the localized neurotoxin and physical trauma paralyzed his mo

oor, my right hand seized the heavy cerem

erve us!" an

he fire, I brought the solid oak leg down across the vulnerabl

AC

ruck with a sicke

egenerative biology fought the trauma-trapping his nervous system in a state of paralyzed, rattling shock. His knees turned to w

stubborn to stop-but his consciousness a

thered the sanctum. The gathere

he thrill running through my veins was intoxicating. My inner wolf th

gaze flicked towar

er the obsidian parapet. His glacial blue eyes burned with an electrifying, dangerous hunger. He was no

me to bleed hi

e spell. She threw her hands in the air, pointing a quivering fing

ed oak leg. It hit the marbl

"Murder?" I said, my voice slicing through the stillness with surgical clarity. "An heir who cannot su

his beard quivering with fury. "Kiera Weeks! Violence at the sacred al

made the old wolf flinch. "When he struck me to the floor like vermin, where was your sacred law?

flapped open, but

, Kirt's mother, charged onto the dais like an enraged sow, her face con

ved into a feral claw ai

past the bridge of my nose. Before she could recover her balance, I sidestepped her clumsy bulk

tear away the