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RUBY JUNE. I was in the dining room when Bruno dropped off a plate of food, his eyes glinting with that familiar smugness. “Here, take it. You are gonna need your strength, sweetheart,” Bruno said, smirking. I scowled. “Don’t call me that.” He was getting under my skin in ways I didn’t think possible. I didn’t know I could hate someone this much until now. “What should I call you then?” he asked, leaning closer as if daring me to push him away. “My name. It’s Ruby,” I snapped, even though he knew it damn well. But he still insisted on throwing every disgusting nickname he could think of at me. “Ruby… That’s what I called you when we were still friends. But now? You are going to be my mate, my bride, my Luna so I will call you whatever the hell I want. Pumpkin, darling, baby—take y