His Unexpected Luna
I reply blandly, not wanting to talk about what had just transpired, my mind replaying the image of Guinevere’s tear-streaked face over and over again.
“He’s going to be a strong Alpha.” My father proudly declares, patting my back, “Now all you need to do is find yourself a Luna.”
“All in due time.”
“Sooner rather than later, I should hope.” He retorts, squeezing my shoulder, “The pack is getting worried. We all know that an unmated Alpha can be dangerous and make rash decisions.”
“I’m waiting for my mate,” I growl in annoyance, not wanting to discuss taking a Luna, even though I now know my fated will never be mine.
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