Moonbound Hearts
Every inch of me sculpted, trained, perfected.
The kind of Luna alphas were raised to desire.
The kind of mate built, not fated.
But Kade had never truly been mine. Not in the way that mattered. Not in the soul-deep, bone-bound, unforgiving way.
He’d loved her.
Still did.
And that made her dangerous.
Too dangerous.
I reached for the locket hidden beneath my robe, popping it open with a click. Inside: a folded scrap of parchment, barely bigger than a fingernail, etched in blood-ink.
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