The Scentless Luna
The Scentless Luna
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Eight months pregnant, Evelyn is framed with wolfsbane by the woman waiting to replace her. Her Alpha husband, Lucian, sees holes in the evidence—and signs the Severing Ritual anyway. Stripped of her mate bond, robbed of her newborn son, and locked away while her enemies move into her place, Evelyn chooses the Moon Rift over another day under their control. Everyone believes the scentless human Luna is dead. Three years later, Blackthorn’s gates are forced open for the White Moon Queen, and the woman they discarded returns with a wolf, a crown, and enough power to make ancient bloodlines recognize her. Evelyn didn’t come back to reclaim her old title. She came back for her son, the truth—and the people who thought she would stay buried.
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Chapter 1 of The Scentless Luna"Drink it now."The ceramic bowl hit the table hard enough to send a wave of dark liquid over the rim. Boiling tonic splashed across the back of my hand.Pain flashed white behind my eyes.I jerked away, cradling my burned hand against my chest while my other arm wrapped instinctively around my eight-month belly. The baby kicked once, hard, as if protesting with me."Watch what you're doing," I snapped.The servant did not apologize. Nina had been assigned to the South Wing three months ago, and each week she grew bolder. Today she folded her arms and looked at me with the bored contempt people reserved for a problem no one important intended to solve."The Alpha ordered you to take your supplements. I'm not leaving until the bowl is empty.""Then you'll be standing there awhile. I'm not drinking it while it's boiling."Her mouth curled. "You think you still get to make choices?"I looked at the welt rising across my knuckles. "I'm still Luna of Blackthorn."Nina laughed.The sound hurt more than the burn."You haven't been Luna since Alpha Lucian locked you in the South Wing."A year ago, that sentence would have been unthinkable. I had sat beside Lucian at council dinners. I had carried the Blackthorn crest on my cloak. I had known the names of every patrol captain and every widow receiving winter provisions.Then the Elders decided a scentless Luna was an embarrassment.
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