Switching places with the Luna of Knox was a chance for me. I didn’t realize that the title also meant responsibilities beyond my scope. Commanding the Pup Nursery? Helping the King sire an heir? I better figure it out or else.
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“Whose scent is this!?” His mouth was larger as his fangs grew. His hand gripped my hair with fierceness and anger. I stood so small against his looming figure. “Who the h*ll left their scent on you!?”

Before I could scream or shout or shove him, he already ducked down and licked. A soundless scream came out of my mouth as his tongue trailed up my thigh and right in between my legs. I grabbed his hair with both fists in surprise.
“What are you doing!?”
His tongue slid right against...   my center.
“I’m going to do what I should have done before. Maybe with my scent other b*stards will keep their hands off you,” he answered with his face deep against me.

The False Luna is created by Nora Weaver, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The False Luna

The days following the wedding were probably the most anxious I had felt in months. Even when my father gambled the deed for our house away, I never felt as anxious as I did when I woke up every day and didn’t see hair nor hide of Mordecai.


I would open my door and look across the hall, partially scared and partially yearning to see him, but his door would be shut. I would walk down the stairs, through the halls, pass dozens of servants and guards, and never sense his presence nearby. I almost asked some servants if *they’d* seen him.


One morning, I tried to smell him out. I’m sure that sniffing for your partner—it’s even worse to sniff the Alpha out—classifies as very ignoble behavior, but I was desperate. Wendy followed me across most of the grounds, and she only asked what the hell I was doing after we both worked up a sweat.


“I want to find Mordecai!” I wanted to shout, but that would be the last thing I ever admit. Especially to Wendy, who thinks I’m not a worthy Luna.


Chapter 9: No Honeymoon and No Mercy