The Rejected Luna's Revenge

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was different, but the champagne buzzing in my head and the hatred burning in my chest dulled

ng arms wrapped around me from behind. My skin prickled at the contact, but I pushe

ds from the last interrogation looked quite painful..."

. Without waiting for an answer, I grabbed his collar and kissed him hard, bi

rong. But I was too far gone in my anger, my pain, my need to hurt him the way he'd hurt me. His scent w

re. His touches weren't cruel like I expected, but reverent, almost desperate. It confused

scent, his touch, called to her. But I pushed her awareness away, no

e I'd never known, each touch igniting sparks under my skin. I clung to my hatred even as my bod

my alcohol and emotion-clouded

a sharp pain and a tear fell from my eye. He seemed to sens

l. I don't remember how many times I clied last night, nor do I remember when I fell

en streaks across the sleeping face beside me. My head throbbing, I t

ark lashes that any woman would envy. His face held a raw masculine beauty that made Ethan look comm

as not

s possible, gathering my scattered clothes with trembling hands. Every mu

ing lower to reveal a muscled chest marked with healing wounds. In daylight, I could see what I'd mis

ent on the carpeted floor. Behind me, I heard him st

02. I'd been in the wrong room entirely. Ethan wou

trong hands grabbed me, slamming me against the wall

re you?"

ose other kisses still burned

you think I'm stupid?" His eyes narrowed, n

e my blood.

ructions. Come to my room, let me remind you of your p

those passionate kisses, or maybe I'd simply reached my breaking point. "My

and your father's life is in my hands." His smile turned cruel. "Speaking of

throat. "Please, I'm sorry

"Guards will be increasing security on his cell. No more hea

nder'

cut like shattered glass. Thirty of them. Thirty rogue wolves who'd dared to ambush th

n sharpened as I recalled the bitter taste of it, forced down my throat during the f

gled sheets, scratches on the headboard. But what caught my attention was the scent. Sw

was

th satisfaction at the memory. But there was something else, something that made my inner b

ate, yet she'd approached me with such anger, such passion. She'd called me

. The girl had obviously been e

n the sheets. Understanding dawned, along with a p

lready piecing things together. Rogue wolves with advanced drugs.

hing. I will find it out, starting wi