The Alpha's Secret Luna
Before I get a chance to respond, though, a girl I’ve seen around but I don’t know comes jogging up to us.
“Hi, Alpha,” she beams, then she bites her lower lip, cocks her hip, and leans forward to make sure he gets an eyeful of her ample breasts — super subtle, not.
“Hi, Sally. Return to training, please,” he responds immediately without acknowledging or returning her blatant attempt at flirting.
“How come she is sitting out?” the girl, Sally, pouts. Literally flipping pouts like a four-year-old who was denied a new toy and emphasizes that hip tilt thing.