The Luna's Rogue Alpha

POV-Pr

hance that you’

gly across my midriff. I shivered, crossing my hands over my stays, running them over

p from her tea and setting the teacup down on the table. “He’s only

the window to give her a knowing look. She stiffened, her

ld see a doctor

fully, watching as her eyes raked over my figure with suspicion and fading hope. “Is that why you cam

kly, clotted cream color. “

terior motives at play if she visited the manor, whether that be to attain gossip to relay to her companions in society, o

but I had been out from beneath her thumb f

he room. She watched my black silk skirts as they rustled along the m

er’s tone was unusually warm, and I gave her a quick, s

itting down and folding my ha

efore…well. Her chances are now as good as any of the

obvious frustration. “I’m still the Luna, Mother. She will marry some

n her thigh before looking away again, her mouth opening and closing

e’s estate and the future Alpha of our pack. But I wasn’t pregnant. I knew that with certainty. George and I had been

g I would tell no one

ed the teacup to my lips again, relishing in the soft jasmine scent of the faintly golden liquid. I

ing the silken yellow fabric of her skirt between he

tablished… Ah.” I pursed my lips and gave her a forced smile. “That’s why you’re a

ce in soft gray coils. “You’re a widow now. And you’re right. You’re only the Luna until an heir is established. And then what will you do, move back in with us? Am

eight on my shoulders for my entire life, and they were des

lored reputation was slipping thro

ll have my dowry, which is mine to do with what I will, “ I said sharply as she stiffened, pe

hand. “You, run a manor? Oh, darling Clara, maybe I will

op myself from sta

y.” I glanced out the window, watching as the clouds rolled across the midmorning sun, and abandoned my

n heir to the Cavendash Seat,” she said nervously, runni

who could

illage already

, rubbing the dust between her fingers. “It’s rather g

traight as a rod as I turned to face my mother. “Is there anything els

her small, white teeth. “Oh, Clara! This is not

nior when we married. We had only spoken a few times before the ceremony. If my marriage to

nabel would have had much of a future if not for your marrying George? What do you think will h

tting room. Mother and I turned to face the visitor at the same time. My tota

he pockets of a grubby, patched-up leather jacket, his dark curls falling in long tendrils down h

ever seen, the color of the Great Lake at dusk

hand over my chest to prevent my h

y, just as Mother fainted and crumpled