"You are supposed to be working, not flirting with some random guy!"

Alpha Calle's words rang like a danger alarm in my head. His mouth was set into a straight line, still with the accusing look on his face. I couldn't bear to make eye contact with him any longer than now.

His words hurt me like a sharp needle. I had always wanted to be a more perfect version of myself. Even though it was all new to me—the packs, the shifters in them, and the title of Secret Luna.

Luna Daphne Forster, that's how I was going to be identified in the future. But to be honest, I...