LITTLE LINA

KIENA

“Luna,” a tentative voice calls from behind me and I turn around.

I'm lying in my bed, my head tucked comfortably on my pillow and cushioned by the swaddling of sheets that pool at my neck.

“May I help you?” My voice is soft even though I want to snap instead.

It's not the fault of the little girl that she belongs to a pack with a jerk as the Alpha. Matter of fact, all Alphas are jerks. From Dimitri Vocci to Xhecon Luther and now, Zedane Rhage; every man is far worse than the last.

She shows me her hand. “I brought you a plate of brownies, Luna. I didn't know what you liked so I also picked two cupcakes and two muffins just in case.”

My forehead furrows in a mixture of confusion and suspicion.

“Who are you?”

“I'm Lina. I'm an Omega wolf and all the wolves tell me that I'm weak and…”

“They tell you that?” I interrupt her, anger skimming my blood all of a sudden.

She looks shocked by my reaction and her nod of affirmation is tentative.

I raise myself up into a sitting position and