The Alpha's Desires For His Outcast Luna
Hawtsausrain keeps falling on my headraindrops falling from my eyesthe trees grew because i bled therewoke up with scratches on my face
It had a v-neck that gave a glimpse of her boobs, and I didn't miss Jones eyes drifting to her chest as she bent to place the tray.
I cleared my throat, snapping Jones out of whatever fantasy he had just dived into. "Alpha Draven asked me to come; if anything, you're the one who's not supposed to be here." He argued, his usual excited voice becoming strained.
"Luna Scarlett sent me; it's not my problem; you can't stand me." Daisy threw back, sitting beside me on the two-seater leather couch.
"So it's my problem? I can't stand to look at your ugly face," Jones spoke, picking up a cookie, even as Daisy glared at him.