Mated to the Rogue Luna
Ongoing · Angela Lynn Carver
“Rebecca Sinclaire,” he announced, his voice carrying through the night air with terrible finality. “I reject you as my mate.”
The words slammed into me like a physical blow. A searing pain ripped through my chest, so intense I doubled over, gasping.
The mate bond was being severed. Torn apart by his rejection. I clutched at my heart, feeling like someone had plunged a blazing knife into it....
The words slammed into me like a physical blow. A searing pain ripped through my chest, so intense I doubled over, gasping.
The mate bond was being severed. Torn apart by his rejection. I clutched at my heart, feeling like someone had plunged a blazing knife into it....
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