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.

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The False Luna

I felt the metal dig into my scalp, again. I tried pulling a flower out, again. Wendy slapped my hand away, again.


I finally turned on her, stopping us on our way to the ballroom. This was the third time!


“It hurts! I want you to take it out!”


“I’m not taking out the headpiece. Every Luna of Nox has worn that headpiece, and you have to keep up the tradition!”


“Among esteemed members of the Inner pack,” Wendy added and crossed her arms at me. “The McAllister, Grover, Treaton, and Galloway families will all be there. Along with some envoys.” 


I wanted to yell at her but saw a trio of maids pass us with huge bronze platters. Each wore a cheery smile and did a small curtsy when they saw me. I smiled back and shouted in our mind link, ‘So!?’


Wendy winced but didn’t break eye contact with me. ‘So? It’s tradition, Melania. Get over it.’


Chapter 22: There’s a Better Luna for Mordecai