Not His
Hunter noticed and gently extracted his arm from Sandy’s and offered it to me.
“Beta Sophia,” he said. “Would you please join me for a walk through the gardens?”
What the fuck is happening!?
“WHAT?!” Sandy shrieked, and the noise in the room went silent.
My heart fluttered, and discomfort from the stares began to seep through my emotional armor. “No, thank you, Alpha Hunter,” I politely responded with no emotion while keeping my gaze down.
“Why?” Hunter questioned, obviously not used to being rejected.
“Unlike your Beta, Alpha Hunter, I’m not a whore trying to become a Luna.”