Morning light crept inside the room, the passion of the previous night still fresh. I woke with a pounding headache-the remnants of the hangover still there. Lying beside me was Sophia, and a sly smile grew on her lips.

"Good morning, my alpha," she whispered, very low and seductive.

I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the pain. "What was last night all about?" I asked, my voice filled with confusion and curiosity.

Sophia took a deep breath before responding. "I'm the luna, and I know what my alpha needs at any given time."

I raised an eyebrow, incredulous. "Sophia, I know that, but your behavior last night was unlike...