ELARA
Samantha collects a glass of wine from one of the servers on the way, a wicked smirk on her lips. Once she comes closer, she looks away, acting as if she’s just going to ignore me. But before I can even process anything, she intentionally bumps into me, spilling everything in the flute on my dress.
“Oops,” she murmurs, her gaze sweeping from my head to my toe.
“Bitch!” I groan as I lean forward and begin to pat the liquid off my dress. I knew she was up to no good. Fucking fucking bitch.
“What did you just call me?” she groans.
I hoist my head to look at her. “Bitch!” I repeat.
She isn’t my Luna anymore, and I am not scared of her.
She lifts her hand to slap me, but I am quick to grab it mid-air, stopping her.
“Do not even dare!” I groan.
Her eyes widen as she tries to withdraw her hand. I only hold it tighter.
“Bitch. Let me go!” she growls lowly. “Do not think you are above me just because Alpha Kieran made you
