The Alpha's Secret Luna
Alpha Enzi roars, pointing at me as I enter the room.
I’m sorry, what? You’re taking me as your Luna?
I resist the urge to look over my shoulder and see who might be standing behind me; he must mean someone else, right?
“That’s not how it works, and you know that. These balls help people find their fated mates. This is not a shopping mall for you to just pick anyone you like. Besides, she’s too young and not 18 for another couple of months,” Uncle Simon protests. I was quite surprised by his support for my well-being. We were very close growing up, but when my parents died, he wasted no time in claiming the Alpha title and taking control of every aspect of my life: who I see, where I go, and