Aaron Adams Facebook ad: “Addictive Romance Novels, Read Right Now”

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After Serena divorced and came back to the East Coast, the entire werewolf circle was waiting for Darius Blackwood to throw me out of the family estate. After all, in seven years, even after I’d given birth to a pup whose bloodline was confirmed as his, he had never given me a title under the full moon. He had never given me a true Luna Ceremony. But now, he was planning to register a mate bond with me. His brother was so worked up he’d cornered him. “Darius, have you lost your mind? You’ve waited for Serena for years. She’s finally divorced and back in the territory, and now you’re going to marry Willa?” Darius’s voice was flat. “Serena has a wild streak, and she has a child. The elders would make her life hell if she moved into the estate.” “And Willa… she’s obedient.” His brother shot back, “Just because she’s obedient?” Darius nodded. “Before the registration, I’ll place eighty percent of Blackwood’s shares into a trust for Serena. It will be more than enough for her and Daisy to live on for several lifetimes.” “If this were a typical political marriage, no she-wolf in her right mind would sign that agreement.” “But Willa will.” … His brother clapped him on the shoulder. “It’s one thing to make an Omega who’s never been marked sign a Luna agreement, but are you serious about leaving eighty percent of your assets to Serena and her daughter? Isn’t that a bit much?” A wave of suggestive laughter filled the private room. “Don’t tell me Daisy is a Blackwood, too?” Darius took a slow sip of his drink. “The next person who jokes about Serena answers to me.” His brother quickly changed the subject. “Who would agree to terms like that? Are you that sure Willa will say yes?” Darius traced the stem of his glass, his tone calm to the point of cruelty. “Yes.” “Willa has never cared about material things. She’s stayed by my side all these years, but never for the money.” “She’s in love with me.” “And she wants to be the Blackwood Luna.” … I stood just outside the door to the private room. I felt as if I’d been stripped bare and thrown into a blizzard. So he had always known. He’d known just how desperately I wanted his acknowledgment. For seven years, even after I gave birth to Rowan, the elders’ bloodline records listed me only as the mother of the heir. At the main estate, I was always just “Miss Willa.” He never spoke of a full moon ceremony, a claiming bite, or the top-floor suite that belonged to the Alpha and Luna. And now, for Serena’s sake, he was going to marry me. In that single instant, seven years of obsession turned to ash. Suddenly, I no longer wanted to be Darius’s Luna.When I pushed the door open, my hands were still trembling. The room fell silent. I walked straight to Darius. “Darius, Grandma May wants a family picture. With you and Rowan.” Before I’d come to the club, my grandmother had been diagnosed with late-stage pancreatic cancer. The doctor said it was bad. She wanted a family photo. Right now, that was the only thing in the world I wanted—to give her that one small thing. Darius was about to speak when his phone rang. The moment he saw the caller ID, the coldness in his eyes melted. Serena’s voice was thick with tears. “Darius, my flight landed early. The airport is full of strange male wolves, and I’m wearing a white dress. They keep staring, smelling me…” “I’m scared. Come get me. Please.” Darius shot to his feet. “I’m on my way.” On pure instinct, I grabbed his sleeve. “My grandmother is sick…” He yanked his arm from my grasp, his voice cutting. “And what does your grandmother have to do with me?” My fingers froze in mid-air. He leaned in close, the scent of cedar and black pepper, sharpened by his Alpha dominance, pressing down on me. Each word was a clear, cold command. “You want to be Luna Blackwood?” “Then learn your place.” Wi......
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