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After 999th failed attempts to seduce Lucien Ashmorne, her legal Alpha mate into marking her, Mira Solvienne finally opened a mind link with her brother.
“I’m done with him, Elias, I want to sever the bond,” she said, emotional exhaustion evident in her voice,
There was a brief pause before her brother’s deep voice filled her mind. “Took you long enough, little wolf. I told you Lucien Ashmorne was a lost cause. The Alpha of Shadowpine might rule North America Territory’s strongest pack, but that man’s heart is frozen in Moon Goddess devotion.”
Mira laughed bitterly, “Yeah. Guess I was an idiot, huh?”
“Come back home with us,” Elias replied, his tone softening. “We’ve got plenty of Alphas here who’d kill to have someone like you as their Luna. Let that cold bastard grow old with his precious Moon Goddess if that’s what he
wants.”
“Soon,” she whispered. “After I break the bond.”
Closing the mind link, Mira took a deep breath. As she walked past the Moon Chamber, a muffled groan stopped her
cold.
The door was cracked open, a thin beam of light escaping. She couldn’t help herself–she looked inside.
Through wisps of wolffire incense, she saw Lucien kneeling before a stone altar.
His white shirt hung open, exposing his chest, with Purification Beads wrapped around his wrist. These smooth stones, carved with ancient runes to clear negative emotions and demonic influences, were supposed to help werewolves find inner peace and regain control.
Yet there was nothing controlled about what he was doing.
Lucien’s powerful body moved rhythmically over a Shadow Doll beneath him–deeply personal items, imbued with spiritual essence, glowing faintly with runic power typically crafted by close family or mates to provide emotional comfort and spiritual connection.
The doll’s face was unmistakable in the flickering light–almond eyes, cherry lips, and that telltale teardrop mole
beneath the left eye.
Saela Ashmorne.
His adoptive sister.
Mira bit down on her lip until she tasted blood, the metallic flavor flooding her mouth.
She’d walked in on this scene twice before.
The first time, she’d fled down the hallway in shock, her mind refusing to process what she’d seen.
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The Lonnel loss pin ar his collar and those damn Purification Beads on his wrist. While other wolves were drinking, dancing, and flirting, he sat alone with his
When he poured that tea, steam rising from the cap, he looked up and caught her eye.
Her hoan teary stopped
Elias had noticed her staring and nudged her shoulder.
“Don’t waste your time, sis. You could set your sights on any wolf here, but not him. Every Alpha heir in our circles indulges their primal nature–except Lucien Raised in the Moon Chamber since he was a pup. The guy’s practically
She hadn’t believed it.
No one–especially not a werewolf–could truly suppress their instincts.
So she’d pursued him relentlessly.
She’d perched on his lap during meditation, only to be lifted away and set aside like a child. She’d slipped aphrodisiacs into his tea, only for him to remark, “Easy on the blood orange next time. Too acidic.”
Her boldest move was sneaking into The Moon Chamber during his Lunar Meditation. She’d showered first, then slipped on nothing but his crisp white ritual shirt, leaving it half–buttoned and damp enough that it clung to her
curves,
The thin fabric turned nearly transparent where it pressed against her skin, revealing the silhouette of her breasts and hips.
She’d sprawled across his bed, letting one bare leg dangle over the edge, swinging slowly back and forth, making sure the shirt rode up just enough to confirm she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
When Lucien walked in, his eyes had widened for just a fraction of a second–the only reaction she’d ever gotten from him–before he’d turned and left without a word.
The next day a box arrived with new shirts and a curt note: “Keep these. Stay out of my closet.”
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Elias had been disgusted. “Have some self–respect, would you?”
“I’m not flirting,” she’d shot back. “I’m protecting valuable genetic heritage. Letting an Alpha like that stay celibate is practically a crime!”
For four years she’d chased him, using every trick to tempt him.
She’d worn lacy lingerie to pack gatherings, “accidentally” pressing herself against him in hallways.
She’d even gone naked during the pack’s midnight swim, emerging from the water like some primal goddess with moonlight caressing her wet skin. Nothing worked.
She’d nearly given up when, on her birthday, her phone rang. Lucien’s number flashed across the screen.
“Come outside,” was all he said before hanging up.
She’d rushed down in her thin sleep clothes to find him standing in the snow, moonlight gleaming on his shoulders.
“I, Lucien Ashmorne, accept you, Mira Solvienne, as my mate and Luna,” he’d stated formally.
No emotion. No passionate marking. Just those ritual words.
She’d flung herself at him, ecstatic. “You’ve finally fallen for me, haven’t you?”
He hadn’t hugged her back, just made a noncommittal sound.
What a joke that seems now.
Two years mated, yet never truly joined.
Never marked.
Every time she tried to seduce him–wearing lingerie that cost more than most cars, touching herself while he watched, whispering dirty promises in his ear–he’d pull away at the last moment and disappear into his meditation
room.
She’d convinced herself he just needed time to overcome his religious upbringing.
Until three nights ago, when she finally discovered the truth.
It wasn’t celibacy that drove him–it was misdirected lust. He wanted Saela, the girl his family had taken in.
His devotion to the Moon Goddess, those Purification Beads, even taking Mira as his mate–all of it was his despe. attempt to purge himself of forbidden desire for his sister.
In that moment, something in her had broken for good.
Inside the meditation room, Lucien finished with a shudder.
“I, Lucien, only belong to you, Saela, heart and soul,” he whispered, kissing the Shadow Doll’s neck, his voice raw
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with need. The silver moonlight streamed through the window, bathing them both in its glow.
Those quiet words pierced her already ruined heart like a rusty nail.
Mira’s tears finally fell as she walked away, not looking back.
The next morning, Lucien was already dressed when she woke up.
He wore another perfect suit, tall and imposing.
Those Purification Beads still circled his wrist, as if last night’s desperate Alpha had been nothing but a bad dream.
As he headed for the door, Mira called out, “Wait.”
“Pack council meeting,” he said without turning, his voice glacial. “I don’t have time for this.”
Those words sliced through her last shred of hope.
So that’s all she was to him–an annoyance to be tolerated.
Mira smiled suddenly. “Relax. I just need your car keys. Take the other one. I drive this one better anyway.”
Lucien finally looked at her, expression neutral. “Going somewhere?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Where?” he asked.
Mira reached into his pocket and took the keys, her lips curving upward. “Somewhere that’ll make you happy.”
Somewhere away from you, Lucien.
Forever.
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Elias had been disgusted. “Have some self–respect, would you?”
“I’m not flirting,” she’d shot back. “I’m protecting valuable genetic heritage. Letting an Alpha like that stay celibate is practically a crime!”
For four years she’d chased him, using every trick to tempt him.
She’d worn lacy lingerie to pack gatherings, “accidentally” pressing herself against him in hallways.
She’d even gone naked during the pack’s midnight swim, emerging from the water like some primal goddess with moonlight caressing her wet skin. Nothing worked.
She’d nearly given up when, on her birthday, her phone rang. Lucien’s number flashed across the screen.
“Come outside,” was all he said before hanging up.
She’d rushed down in her thin sleep clothes to find him standing in the snow, moonlight gleaming on his shoulders.
“I, Lucien Ashmorne, accept you, Mira Solvienne, as my mate and Luna,” he’d stated formally.
No emotion. No passionate marking. Just those ritual words.
She’d flung herself at him, ecstatic. “You’ve finally fallen for me, haven’t you?”
He hadn’t hugged her back, just made a noncommittal sound.
What a joke that seems now.
Two years mated, yet never truly joined.
Never marked.
Every time she tried to seduce him–wearing lingerie that cost more than most cars, touching herself while he watched, whispering dirty promises in his ear–he’d pull away at the last moment and disappear into his meditation
room.
She’d convinced herself he just needed time to overcome his religious upbringing.
Until three nights ago, when she finally discovered the truth.
It wasn’t celibacy that drove him–it was misdirected lust. He wanted Saela, the girl his family had taken in.
His devotion to the Moon Goddess, those Purification Beads, even taking Mira as his mate–all of it was his desperate attempt to purge himself of forbidden desire for his sister.
In that moment, something in her had broken for good.
Inside the meditation room, Lucien finished with a shudder.
“I, Lucien, only belong to you, Saela, heart and soul,” he whispered, kissing the Shadow Doll’s neck, his voice raw
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with need. The silver moonlight streamed through the window, bathing them both in its glow.
Those quiet words pierced her already ruined heart like a rusty nail.
Mira’s tears finally fell as she walked away, not looking back.
The next morning, Lucien was already dressed when she woke up.
He wore another perfect suit, tall and imposing.
Those Purification Beads still circled his wrist, as if last night’s desperate Alpha had been nothing but a bad dream.
As he headed for the door, Mira called out, “Wait.”
“Pack council meeting,” he said without turning, his voice glacial. “I don’t have time for this.”
Those words sliced through her last shred of hope.
So that’s all she was to him–an annoyance to be tolerated.
Mira smiled suddenly. “Relax. I just need your car keys. Take the other one. I drive this one better anyway.”
Lucien finally looked at her, expression neutral. “Going somewhere?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Where?” he asked.
Mira reached into his pocket and took the keys, her lips curving upward. “Somewhere that’ll make you happy.”
Somewhere away from you, Lucien.
Forever.
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