Mr. Wrong Is Mr. Right
I pressed on, "If you don't like flower crowns, we could pick the fruits instead. When it ripens, we could even make honeyed dried fruit! I wonder if Alpha likes to eat it."
Lydia was standing beside us, her shoulders shaking slightly. I knew she was holding back a laugh. The Elder Luna took a deep breath, gripped her cane, and straightened up.
"How can a Luna call her mate 'Alpha'? Don't you understand the rules of the pack?" she snapped.
With that, she stormed off. Lydia and the others hurried to escort her downstairs.
I turned back to my room, leaving the door slightly ajar, and went back to tinkering with the remaining scraps of leather, turning them into bracers. Not long after, the doo