Page 25 of Dark Moon Secrets

“Never?” She poured the boiling water into the pot. “How about we change that over a cup of tea?”

I rolled my eyes. “Only if you tell me why Maria left this place to me and how you seem to know my parents.”

Luna sighed heavily. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Then how about I get myself a coffee, and you can run the place? And if I’m feeling charitable, I might let you run it for a bit and not sell it.” I hated the idea of looking at the bookkeeping notes for this shop—it had to be running in the red.

More than that, I’d had enough of being kept in the dark. If Luna wasn’t going to tell me, and there was a chance of things worsening for me, I would put my foot down. Fate, or whatever the fuck was at play here, could start shedding some light on what this special path I was meant to be on was all about.

I waited for Luna to begin telling me about this secret plan I was caught up in, but her mouth remained firmly closed, and a dark expression creased her face.

“I can’t. Not yet. Not before the dark moon—”

“Why is the dark moon so important?”

“It’s your…” Luna sighed heavily and shook her head. “There’s a strict procedure for handling this situation, and I’m bound by the guidelines and processes.”

“By who? What fucking hold can they have on you that you can’t be decent and tell me?” I was close to yelling as anger burned through me. This had gone on long enough. Destiny, fate, the universe, or whoever was pulling the strings in this situation could fuck off.

“I’m bound,” she whispered, sadness in her eyes.

“I’m not.” Not wanting to hear any more from Luna, I stormed from the shop.

And I wasn’t sure I could bring myself ever to go back.

CHAPTER 10

Alaric

Fuck, she smelled great. More than that, her scent lingered in the air, and I inhaled deeper, savoring the sweet pheromones she was giving off.

Fuck, I wanted her.

But it was forbidden.

And I was already in a hell of a lot of trouble.

Like, I gave a fuck about that, but things were changing. I had to be careful not to disrupt the balance between Rafe and me.

“Al, you coming?” asked Tyr, tilting his head down the street toward the pub.

The pack was going there for a late lunch. The construction site was too wet anyway, and Rafe called it a day. He then tempted us all with a pub meal and a chance to discuss what we would do. The pack was on edge with excitement to change the order of life for us, and the witches motivated everyone to go and hear more.

We were going to take over the witches. The plans were forming as fast as the local gossip spread. No longer would we be oppressed by them. We would be free to turn others into our kind if we wanted.

Then I smelled her again.

Oh God, she was making me hard.

I had to check her out.

I couldn’t help it. Something about her scent drew me to her—sweet and musky, in full bloom with a hint of edginess and power that matched my desires. She was ripe, and I was ready to take her.

And, of course, there was that detail I shouldn’t do this. Not when there was a chance I would be fighting against her.

I didn’t think it would bother me.

This was probably the main reason my cock was getting hard at the mere smell of a bitch in heat, one I’d not even met.

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