The Forsaken Luna's Return With the Alpha's Hidden Twins

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pairs of iron-clad hands crus

d you push me int

om the dais. Through tangle

k-haired man, a handkerchief pressed to her lips, te

favored consort-the frail beauty who'd supposedly saved the Ki

born pup so much... that

tically, shackles cl

-Alpha King of the Western Wilds-descended the

loved hand seized my jaw, fingers d

yse nearly froze to death saving my life. You owe her you

orced my spine straight and met

"She jumped into the shallows he

eaking eye contact, he held out his free hand.

The stench of concentrated wolfsban

s instinct

rilizing draught-blended to shred a femal

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ce. Diego didn't flinch. His knee slammed ac

arled, forcing my jaw open, "you are

ed the

son poured d

ion spilling past my lips onto my torn white gown. Agonizing heat tore th

awing at the marble until

th his boot. He wiped his gloved hand clean, tur

ille is stripped of her Luna title. Drag this wolfless waste to the Abandone

arms and hauled me backwar

ntil I tasted blood. I refused-absolutely

hair, I glared daggers into D

rs chased me dow

s scraped raw against broken stone. The iron door slammed shut with a boom that s

ressed trembling hands

earing me apart

e under, a gentle white radiance sur

ritual realm

my meridians with pure, luminous water. It rushed through me, neutralizing

stirred-a faint, white pulse buried in m

thin me-a quiet sanctuary I could enter at will, w

years

window, illuminating the spotlessly swept stone floo

bronze mirror, running

hat night had lo

royal-porcelain skin, luminous ice-blue eyes, featu

at the new we

d with

the leather strap of a crudely-made slingshot, dark hair in

iron soup pot like a shield, was her twin sister

draught had fa

ected the royal twins I'd already

cking a loose curl

. All three of us. We'll slip past t

t up. Adell clutch

go, Mommy?" A

iver. Somewhere he

o rinse the morning herbs, my min

tes later, I glanc

om was

lammed int

y ajar, letting the frigid north

drawing-a lopsided little wolf toy, with a crooked arr

y I'd ever made her, the one she never

of footprints through the mud-straight tow

clink of steel plate and the menacing grow