The Miracle Luna: The Butcher King's Only Cure

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ge of Cheyenne's mantle, her voice pitching up into a shrill regi

turned into hot anger. He lunged forward, reaching out with

fingers brushed empty air above my collar, h

tight as he spun around. "Alexandra,

the stones. "Is that the grand legacy of the Mckinney pack? First you hide be

. In high werewolf society, an Alpha who struggled to manage an unshifted female was a

rejection right now, or I swear to the Moon Goddes

hest in a quiet,

l they had kicked around for eighteen years-a girl

rn servants spat into my meals, as noble court brutes shoved me into freezing mud, and as Cheyenne treated my devotion like dirt beneath his boots. Worse still, I had wat

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nstant that carriage wheel jammed and my bodice was torn? Was it sheer survival instinct, or had someone orchest

ly gone. I wasn't replaced; I was restore

led into my marrow. Every nerve cluster, every brittle joint, and every lethal leverage point of flesh and bone-human or wolf-was second n

armed, and nothing disgusted me more than a cowar

a. "This is your mighty Alpha? A man whose greatest w

back, "He protects me! You wouldn't kno

the intricate tailoring of her bodice. "You think

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skirts caught against a protruding cobb

wild with fury. "Get out of my sight before I

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whalebone stays, stiff seams pulled taut over her waist, held together by double-stitched silk cord at the

f my right hand. The k

eeks completely, and she shrank back against Cheyenne's

missively, treating me like

e," I sai

t word left my

lls of my feet with explosive agility. I slipped right under Cheyenne's reac

a startled grunt, but

teeth. My hands caught the embroidered collar of her gown on both sides,

nails raking against my sk

ches from hers. "You said you wan

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ps, and ripped outward with every oun