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A Luna’s Doubts, Four Alphas‘ Fury 

I tilted my head, watching her with a lazy smirk that didn’t quite reach my eyes. 

“An interesting little revelation, “I drawled, though the heat in my gaze said otherwise. “Care to elaborate, princess?” 

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Rhea’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Her pulse fluttered at her throat, her heartbeat a frantic rhythm beneath her skin. Lies wouldn’t work here. We could hear them. Smell them. And if she 

thought for one second that she could brush this off- 

Jaxon took another step forward, his body so close and overpowering that I could practically hear 

her breath stutter. 

“Try again.” 

Two words. 

But the power behind them? 

Suffocating. 

Rory’s POV: 

I wasn’t usually the angry one. That was Callum’s job. Jaxon was the obsessed–possessive one. 

Seth? The psychotic one. Me? I was the one who smoothed things over. Kept the peace. But right 

now? I was seething. 

Ethan. 

His name tasted like f*****g poison. 

He was a reminder of something we should have known sooner: that someone else had hands–on 

experience with what belonged to us. 

Blaze, Jaxon’s wolf, was already on edge, and Callum wasn’t much better, either. Neither was his 

wolf, Ace, nor was Seth’s wolf, Scar. But me and my wolf, Lex? We had never wanted to f*****g rip 

someone apart more than I did in this moment. She was ours. Every single part of her–her scent, 

skin, soul. But she was holding back. She was hesitating, 

And that? 

That pissed me off. 

“Who is he, little Luna?” Callum asked again, his tone softer now, but not any less dangerous. 

She swallowed, the tension in her shoulders rising. 

“He’s… no one,” she said finally. “It’s nothing.” 

Jaxon’s growl rattled the windows. Seth chuckled, but there was nothing amused about it. 

“Oh, snowflake.” Seth grinned. “You and I both know that’s bullshit.” 

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A Luna’s Doubts, Four Alphas‘ Fury 

Her breath hitched. Her hands curled into fists at her sides, her nails biting into her skin. 

I watched her. 

Watched the way her chin lifted, the way her lips pressed together, the way she tried to steal her expression into something unreadable. 

She was fighting this. 

Fighting us. 

And f**k if I didn’t love that about her. 

But she was ours now. 

That fight? That stubbornness? That fear? 

It belonged to us. 

And we weren’t about to let her hold onto it alone. 

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