Help You, Help Me

Diana stood in front of the fuming alpha. Head bowing down and hands hiding behind her, she waited for him to calm down—or at least when he would stop pacing back and forth in front of her.

With a fidgety Sally beside Diana, she opted to retain her façade of a humble and cowardly omega. “Uhm, A-Alpha?”

Diana bit back her yelp when she received an elbow from Sally, warning her not to act presumptuously in front of the alpha. She looked at Sally, bit back her laughter, and bowed down again.

‘You look hilarious, Sally. Eyeing me like that when in reality I am your alpha’s second chance Luna, only, your alpha is acting as some lovesick fool who can’t be moved,’ Diana snickered at the back of her mind.

A low growl pulled Diana from the trance she was in. ‘What is it now? Sadly, I do not have a list of errands to give you right now in case you go nuts again.’

“!!!” Wide-eyed, Diana looked up when Alpha Dylan Cain pulled her wounded knuckles which were not even bandaged. She looked at Sa