KIENA

“Luna,” a tentative voice calls from behind me and I turn around.

I'm lying in my bed, my head tucked comfortably on my pillow and cushioned by the swaddling of sheets that pool at my neck.

“May I help you?” My voice is soft even though I want to snap instead.

It's not the fault of the little girl that she belongs to a pack with a jerk as the Alpha. Matter of fact, all Alphas are jerks. From Dimitri Vocci to Xhecon Luther and now, Zedane Rhage; every man is far worse than the last.

She shows me her hand. “I brought her a plate of brownies, Luna....