Alpha Knew Too Late

It was the night of my coronation as Luna of the Silvermoon Pack. Killian had been drinking. His eyes were glassy and burning all at once, his face buried in the curve of my neck, breathing me in like I was the only air in the world. His voice came low against my ear, rough with wine and something deeper. "I don't care whether the moon goddess sent you or not. I want you. Only you. Always." My wolf, Lisa, turned somersaults inside me. I melted into him completely,and I was the one who tipped my head up and pressed my lips to his first. The pack was cheering. The ceremony had reached its peak. He was about to bite down and mark me in front of everyone. Then his phone rang. He answered it with one arm still around me. And then,his pupils contracted to nothing. "What did you say?" His voice fractured. "Serena isn't dead? She's alive?" The man who had barely been able to stand a moment ago shoved me aside like I weighed nothing. Every trace of warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by something wild and stunned and devastatingly joyful. "Hold that position. I'm coming for her myself." He didn't look at me. Not once. He shifted,a massive black wolf erupting from where he'd stood,and tor…

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