BLOOD MOON HEIRESS: THE DUKE'S LAST CHANCE

He stood in front of the entire court and tore off the fated mark on my wrist. "A half-blood does not get to be my fate," he said. The room cheered. Then the mark grew back. And it wasn't a mate bond anymore—it was the Blood Moon Crest, the mark of the ancient royal line they'd all been hunting for a thousand years. The Duke publicly rejected her half-blood bond in front of the entire court. But the torn mark grew back as the Blood Moon Crest—the royal sigil the pure-blood aristocracy has hunted for a thousand years.