Aria's POV
The man’s shoulders slumped in defeat, and he released a sigh, and led his mate back to the waiting area.
I watched the two of them for a moment with anger simmering within me. I didn’t want to cause a scene, but I couldn’t sit by and see injustice. I stepped forward, ready to face the receptionist myself. I glanced at the name tag on her chest. Melissa.
She glanced up, and annoyance flickered through her face. “What do you want?” she asked flatly with impatience in her voice.
I straightened my posture, keeping my voice calm. “I’m here to see the head healer.” I stated.
Melissa sneered at me with disdain. “And who the fuck do you think you are to waltz in and demand to see the head healer?” She spat.
I maintained eye contact, watching her with a calm expression on my face. “Tell her Aria, Luna Aria is here to see her.” I replied calmly.
Her sneer faltered slightly, but her expression didn’t change. Instead, she smirked. “Luna Aria?” she repeated with a mocking sneer.
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