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

Phoebe knew I wasn’t Melania. She knew my real name was Cecil.


It wasn’t possible. It wasn’t fair. I tried so hard to hide the truth from every shifter I met as Melania. I did what I could to convince Mordecai I was his Luna, but Phoebe knew from the minute she saw my hair color.


My stupid copper hair. It looked nothing like the real crimson Melania had! I shouldn’t have believed this would ever work.


Dashing through more trees, I tossed the remainder of my pearls out of my hand and hoped someone would come. I pressed all my fear and anxiety into my mate bond, hoping and praying Mordecai would find me.


I heard something bursting through the woods behind me. Phoebe shifted into her wolf form. Wasting no time, I shifted to mine as well and ran as fast as I could.


Chapter 46: Race to the Lake