The Wolfless Luna's Secret Pureblood Heir

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orning light spilled across the floor, my fingers

s I passed Ashton's discarded suit jacket, that sweet, arti

ollared silk blouse all the way up to my throat, hiding the si

musical laugh floated up from the first-floor

cream sofa was a petite woman in an expensive silk dress, sippi

my nostrils, matching the jacket upstairs a

head. Beneath her delicate makeup, a spark of

orning,

p and smoothed the fron

pping to her bare collarbone. The n

ou doing in

st stair, my voice s

he country and wanted to

into her limited-edition handbag

give this b

auction-grade moonstone necklace gl

er. The image of Ashton's fingers fastening i

g with fake innocence. "Everyone knows he only tolerates this marriage because my mother saved his life,

nstead of reaching for the box,

, keep it. I don't to

later, she bit her lower lip, and tea

me? I only see Ashton

rd, reaching out

sped, jerked her arm back, and deliberately knocked ov

ter across the back of her hand. She let out a sha

happ

charged down the stairs, his cold Alpha a

aight to Charlize, catching her wrist in

ked the glass over by accident

t against his chest, her

nd, his dark gray eyes glari

ss to bring you a gift. Why

arp edge of Dominion that p

ed her. It felt like someone had dumped a bucket o

lay a fing

calm. Explaining myself to a man who had alre

by my lack of tears or argument, yet he ke

Charlize to the gue

me, barking the orde

the opposite corridor toward his study. The heavy oak door was left slightly ajar. I pushed it open, and