His Rejected Luna, His Worst Enemy

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to wash off the night, I walked into his study at midnight, sat in the leather swivel chair,

the manor had made my stomach churn the entire ride home. I neede

thods I had mastered at the Law Academy, my fingers flying across the

, Enzo had authorized a Blood-seal Receipt-an unforgeable werewolf financial verif

from Brittanie's personal ID: "You wer

until my lungs couldn't draw air. He hadn't been han

ood-seal Receipt from the tray, and marched out

robe, scrolling through his tablet. When I thre

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eceipt directly against his chest. "Look at this yoursel

y pupils contracted for a fraction of a seco

pped an octave as his Alpha aura surged across

g bond!" I shouted back, my throat burning as

ped his hand around my wrist with enough force to make my bones grind toge

back drenched in her scent?" I wrenched my arm out of

ed into the walk-in closet to grab a coat, and walked past me. "Si

later, the penthouse front door slammed shu

nto the cold carpet as hot tear

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ked to the living room, and switche

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severing an active link leaves a violent psychic echo that shocks the soul. Enzo had completely cut off our Mind-Link. Eithe

to the penthouse or sending a single word, leaving me to

n, I walked into the dressing room on the fourth morning, put

the elevator down to the waiting b

rters," I told the driver in a fla