THE BROKEN LUNA: MATED TO THE CRIPPLED ALPHA

are c

ia from the moment she was born, and

ugh the hall, all of it was for her – the bro

ed as she tightly clenched her fingers. This was h

tightly to her scars, her shoulders throbbed whe

ore trapped than ever. Her eyes were down, she dar

." from across the h

aren't you?" another sneere

lifted his goblet of wine in mock salute. Lyra, his twin, p

ster." her words were smooth, but they had

step backwards. This wasn't a cel

n of the party wolves drifted elsewhere, and when she was sur

let out a sigh of relief. Her heart pounded

n.

wice, she was forced to duck past busy staff. She moved like a shadow, hugg

t their pai

tillblood!

made her life

quickly ruffled through her cloak pockets

slid into the loc

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e mountains of her clawhold br

ow. She took another step, savoring the feeling of the

through her naked feet, large thick branches clawed at her arms,

d, and her heart pou

o let a little pain stop her from getti

ran f

s almos

d almost

line that separated her Clawhold from t

he

so soon,

, her breath stopped be

trembling hands, she turned a

the moonlight showcased her beautiful angles. She was beautiful

ook a s

taking in the fear in

, "You know we had a bet on if you were going

her words cutting thr

ctually thought we'd le

Aria lied, her words c

Lyra said, smirking. At an unna

deserve freedom, Aria. You don't deserve anything other than

r head, "Pleas

MA

en she slapped her. One moment, she was standing in fron

trees as her sister backhande

cy forest floor, too st

rked at her. "You are not a wolf," she spat, "You are a thing. Cursed, Usele

ken sister and walked away, her footste

didn

cou

me hidden part of her ag

ad mother and a cursed bloodline. A girl wh

roken and

, her eyes open and lifele

t sold off, whether

ow fell

cold, heavy

he world tha