Devil And Naughty Luna

the usual indifference to disgust for the

but wanted to seize this opportun

onger my mate. All werewolves no longer need to treat her with the rituals and respect befittin

forcibly stripped away from my life. I clenched my teeth, realizing for the first time that I was indeed

hey should approach me. I forced a bitter smile. Over the years, as the next Luna, I had worked hard to fulfill my responsibilities, leading them as Gamma and caring for thei

and the warriors inst

I don't want to attack you..." The leading warrior hesitated before spe

ps, whom I supported and loved unconditionally, treated me wors

t Phillips one last time before turning around to walk toward the dungeon. I had spent ten years guarding that plac

eatings from Alpha Phillips. After two battles and severe injuries, I didn't have the strength to struggle an

had already lost everything in my lif

never

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took 40 minutes, took me an hour. I followed the warriors' instructions and

these years of guarding the dungeon that I saw him up close. He was tall, his muscular body wrapped in a r

iting for you f

nd something. "You deliberately lef

nstead, he reached out with cold fingers a

y suspicions. "It's y

e, filling the sinister and devilish dungeon. His aura slowly permeated th

us and reluctant emotions. He let out a long sigh. "I've been t

he was gently coaxing a little girl. He leaned closer, tak

cing myself from his overpowering presence, and

orcefully pushed me against the wall, and his gaze fixed on me. In a somber tone, he said, "You Aldingtons sho

" I couldn't compr

ing no attention to my bewildered expression. His smile vanished, and h

darkened, enveloping the

out any warm clothes or blankets, I hud

ive embrace, easing the loneliness and soothing my shattered soul. I couldn't fathom the stra

onship with Phillips? Who

like morning mist in a forest. All that remained were faint sounds echoing through the prison,

. I was always prepared to confront any imminent danger. The sense of

ar voice whispered, an

arching for the source of the voice, but

both daylight and darkness. You could say I

, as I usually felt invincible. I believed I possessed enough strength to o

voice carried a hint of a smile. "I sensed yo

on my own," I protested. But the next instant, a s

ollow your heart and take

g as instructed. Strange visions