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“Let’s make a deal, Casey, sweetheart. You will accept every single allegation I lay on you, and in exchange, I’d provide the much sought-after elixir that would save your Alpha’s life.”

Casey drew in a deep breath, feeling an unfamiliar tightening in her chest. She knew she was probably making a mistake; she knew how vicious her twin sister could get, and yet she didn’t see much of a choice. The Alpha was her mate, and despite how his family treated her with disdain, she loved him. Prepared to do anything for her mate, Alpha Trent, Casey nodded.

“I’d accept more than a nod, Casey,” her identical twin snapped saucily. “Let’s make a vow between ourselves and bind the vow with our wolves. That way, none of us would be able to break away.”

Tears formed in Casey’s eyes at those words from her twin. For Macey to demand a vow as serious as wolf-binding meant she was planning something very vicious. “Do we really have to, sister?”

Macey’s answering laughter was a mixture of sauciness and disdain. “Of course we do, Sister. Just make sure you love your Alpha enough to make this sacrifice for him.”

Casey straightened her back. “Of course, I love him that much – I… we are expecting our first child.” She bent her head slightly to stare lovingly at her lower belly, missing the look of pure envy her sister shot her way.

“Good. Now, make the wolf-binding vow.”

Casey nodded. “I, Casey, bind my wolf to my vow…”

The Luna's Vow

<p>Damian crouched in the shadowed corner of Chief Orion's parlour where he and the leader of the rogues had been hiding out, the air thick with the scent of polished mahogany and stale cigar smoke. The house was a gaudy monument to Orion's status—high ceilings draped with velvet curtains, gold-trimmed furniture stuffed with goose down, and a chandelier glittering like a frozen waterfall above a Persian rug. Shelves groaned under leather-bound books nobody read, and a marble bust of some forgotten ancestor stared blankly from a pedestal. The fireplace crackled, casting flickers across Damian's face, his eyes darting to the door as boots scuffed outside.</p>

The Leader Of The Rogues.