Moon's Redemption
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Moon's Redemption

READING AGE 16+

Gigi Wright Paranormal Urban

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Lyra Thorne has spent twenty-three years waiting for her mate, dreaming of the moment when the sacred bond would finally click into place. When it happens with Alpha Kieran Blackwood; the most powerful wolf in the Shadowmoon Pack, she thinks her prayers have been answered.She's wrong."I reject you, Lyra Thorne, as my mate and Luna."The words shatter her world in front of the entire pack. Kieran's rejection isn't just personal, it's public humiliation wrapped in cruel truths. He sees her as nothing more than a rogue's daughter, a wolf tainted by her father's betrayal when he abandoned the pack for a human. In Kieran's eyes, she's not Luna material. She's barely tolerated, a charity case who should be grateful for scraps.But Lyra refuses to accept his rejection. She won't let him dismiss the sacred mate bond blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. If he wants to throw away their destined connection, he'll have to face the consequences of defying fate.When Kieran's cruelty pushes her past her breaking point, Lyra does the unthinkable, she accepts his rejection and renounces her pack membership entirely. Choosing life as a lone wolf over a life of endless humiliation, she walks away from everything she's ever known.The mate bond stretches between them like a wound that won't heal, growing more agonizing with every step. But Lyra is done begging for acceptance from wolves who see her as worthless. She's done being anyone's second choice.Now she must learn to survive on her own, while Kieran discovers that some bonds can't be broken, and some mistakes can't be undone. Because the Moon Goddess has plans that neither of them could have imagined, and second chances come with a price that might be too high for either of them to pay.

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