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Alpha Winston's Hated Luna

"A Luna likes you needs to be killed!" The Alpha stood in front of me. He scanned my body as it was shaking in hunger and in great fear. Alpha Winston was already about to transform into a wolf and killed me. "Please, I am kneeling in front of you to beg not to kill me. I will serve you and remained as a slave of you, just to let me live." My tears was falling from my face, until it reach to the edge. "What do I need to do just to prove it." Alpha Winston's face was now turned into a wolf, as well as his hand and some part of his stomach. He continued to stare at me and was about to kill me. He then lowered his gaze, and was letting his face to be near me. "What did you told me? I hate you and I would not let you live. The blood running in your body was strong enough to prove that you needed to be killed." I shook my head and slowly close my eyes. "I agreed that I was an enemy. But I can prove that you need me, even if you hated me. Just do it as fate let me come here in your pack." "I need a Luna, I do not need a slave like you."

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The Trackers Removed

"Maybe you two are connected with the past. This was just a guess, but what if it was right?"

The voice of Angel was so loud that it could almost be heard from the other side of the forest. 

"We didn't know who had dug that and let her body out. It means that if she had no twin, then for sure, his girlfriend and you, the wife of Winston, were the same. It's somewhat complicated if it can be proved. Because Mirabella needed to choose one, it's either she would settle with Atticus or stay being the wife of Winston," Angel said, looking at Atticus and me at the side. After she said that, there was silence between us. 

I couldn't even look him in the face. I also thought the same while holding the picture of Atticus and his girlfriend.

I sighed, "We shouldn't believe such a thing unless it has not yet been proven. I needed evidence to prove that speculation," I said and placed the picture frame back on the ground, but Atticus got it and stared at the image.