His Rejected Luna, His Worst Enemy

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through the freezing night. When morning sunlight slanted through the blinds across the king-sized

walked into the dressing room to pull on a mod

underground garage, climbed into the back of the black bulle

adquarters into the busy city streets, my stom

en the glass door of the senior examination room. The harsh smell o

He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose, a flash of panic cro

is ready," Petty said heavily, sliding

cs flashed across the holographic screen before settling into a single line of glaring r

my fingers clamping around the edg

years ago have permanently destroyed your reproductive fo

l. Bracing my hands on the desk, I forced myself to stand and

o stood outside the VIP ward, l

kly, desperate for a shr

zo.

d of any heat, and took half a step ba

e asked in a flat, businesslike tone, as thoug

ing to my throat, when a customized, high-pitched chime rang

ter lump in my throat and straighte

er. He gave me a cold gl

banquet tonight. Maintain th

er. A single hot tear spilled over my eyelashes, a

sat before my vanity mirror while the stylists dressed me in a hea

a slow breath, I walked up the grand staircase and pushed open the heavy

t no silver utensils ever touched a werewolf banquet table, as silver was our only fa

sing tray and walked toward a group of

ing, she turned her back, raised a feathered fan to cover half

enhanced hearing picking up

o can't even carry a pup. Alpha Enzo is going t

m onto my knuckles. Petty's diagnosis had only been issu

the room, making my skin prickle with humiliation. I

all swung wide open again. A wave of cloy

as I turned my head-Brittanie Cook was walking into my territo