His Rejected Luna: The Lycan King's Vengeful Mate

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ot in my gut. I reached through the crowded room with my senses, filtering through the humid stench of dry cha

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private corridor. See wha

ribs, her hackles bris

carpeted hallway. As I approached Room 3, a sickeningly sweet aroma se

ho was supposed to be in Midtown

ion of an inch. I stopped in the shadow of t

thy, melodic laugh drifted out. "She thinks she hid the 'Aura' design royal

f the pack. Once the binding rite is sealed today, the Beaumont family trust defaults to marital guardianship. Her assets, her corporate

rred. The rustle of e

ompound to balance our domestic ledgers

st was my late mother's sole legacy. And Aura-the anonymous, multimillion-dollar high-jewelry persona I had built

I slipped my phone from my pocket, activated the

against the interior

buttoned. Hailee shrieked, tumbling off his lap onto the rug, her bare

cross his rugged face before hardening in

n tilted, holding my phone loosely at

ter that sliced through their mingling pheromones. "And I find you plotting grand larcen

yes. "Audri, please... don't be cruel! The mate bond snapped into pl

ped past my lips. "Is that what you call h

nst the room to force submission. "Enough. If you know, it saves us the performance. You were always too rigid, Audria

's business into bankruptcy," I shot back, refu

ly. Cornered, his predat

invoking the ancient rites of severance, "formally reject y

like a sledgeha

logic. A white-hot blade cleaved straight through my sternum. My soul felt as though it were being

pper flooded my mouth. I dug my nails into my

the eyes, refusing to

sped through blood-stained t

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ce. The agonizing fire collapsed into a dull, hollow thrum

d my phone, and looked at them a

scraps," I

hree-inch heels

secluded northern exit. I caught myself against a marbl

ne murmured from the shadows of the alcove.

d snap

ding the narrow hallway, his face sculpted with aristocratic, predatory precision. But it was his scent that froze t

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ed in silver were three

, he dissolved into

executive assistant, Maya, looked up from the reception desk, saw the blood on my lip, and

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celain, feeling the f

aid, my voice turning to razor wi