The Alpha's Rejected Fat Luna
He turned back toward the desk, "You allow a concubine to trample over your own Luna?
"If the Luna is treated this badly, imagine how you treat the common people, It is like you do not want this cooperation anymore. I am leaving."
Alaric turned to walk away, Daven panicked, as he lunged to grab Alaric’s sleeve. "Alpha, it is not so."
In that moment of distraction, Daven’s hand dropped to my arm, his nails digging into my skin.
He hissed, "Apologize. Now. Tell him it is just a misunderstanding." He mumbled, blinking rapidly, his eyes twitching.