The Alpha's Omega Luna
He was treating me not like a servant, but like a curious specimen.
“You look… settled,” he observed, his tone surprisingly flat.
“The food helped, Alpha,” I murmured, my heart thumping.
His gaze dropped to my legs, then back up to my face. “Did you know that tonight’s full moon is strong?”
“I… I avoid looking at the moon, Alpha,” I confessed, shame tightening my throat. The Omegas knew I was the dust-wolf, the failure and the moon only highlighted the agonizing lack of the wolf within me. I have heard how everyone felt so connected with their wolves, how it was almost like having a constant friend by I didn’t. The only thing I had is a tugging burn inside me whenever I was too late to have
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