Elara;

“How did you do it, Chloe? How did you end up becoming Alpha Arthur’s Luna?” I ask, running my red lipstick through my lips in front of the restroom mirror.

“Does that matter right now, Elara? I just asked you to stay away from Alpha Arthur’s life and you have yet to give me a response.”

I pause, whiffing in amusement. I lock my lipstick back into its pack, spinning around in her direction. “I can’t stay out of Alpha Arthur’s life, Chloe. What reasonable woman would want to avoid a handsome, powerful, billionaire Alpha who wants her?” Pushing the neck of my torn dress to the side, “I...