The Defiant Ex-Luna's Hidden Royal Pup

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iron. I had just finished hooking an IV to a young Warrior dehydrat

sband, Alpha Damien Blackwood. But today, his intoxicating scent was suffoca

rapped entirely in his oversized

wolves around me to submit, dropping their gazes and stepping back. As a *wolfless* Luna, I felt the

ickly-sweet scent confirmed it. Allena Thorne. The S

tepped forward, reaching for the blood-stained hem of

inst the metal edge of the nurse's station. Pain flared through my chest, stealing my breath. His eyes flas

her. Prep a tr

e filled Trauma Bay 1. I stood in the corner, a ghost i

us luteum," the doctor said carefully. He glanced between Damien and the sobbing Allen

was the clinical eu

's usually stoic face turned ashen. The silence stretched, thick a

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dical slate. The sharp sound made Damien flinch. Whatever fragile, foolish hope I had h

, kicking a red biohazard bin across the room. It clatte

d a critical care consent form from my slate. I stepped into his

ed, my voice dev

eyes for tears, for anger-for anything. Finding only a

the trauma bay without a backward glance. The heavy slidin

e from my scrub pocket. The screen lit up, displaying a cal

Contract: Expir