The Alpha’s Forbidden Luna
“This one is a collection of magical folktales.”
“Thank you.” I settled into one of the deep armchairs near the window, legs tucked beneath me, book open on my lap. The stories were charming at first, about a clever djinn, star-crossed lovers, and talking camels, but midway through, a restless hunger gnawed at my stomach that had nothing to do with food.
“Mirabelle, could you get me something to snack on?” I called softly. “Maybe fruit, or those little almond pastries if they’re fresh?”
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