The Luna on a Chain
Anna BajanovaGirl PowerAlphaGoodgirlLunaLove-Triangle
For the first time, I could see him clearly: dark eyes framed by thick lashes, a straight nose, full lips faintly flushed, and a shadow of stubble along his jaw.
He looked strikingly similar to the one who had grabbed my friend—but younger.
Brothers, most likely.
He offered a lazy smile and said, “Judging by that mysterious spray you used on my brother, you already know our world exists. Your friend—she’s the true mate of our Alpha.”
Oh, wonderful. Maya had truly hit the jackpot this time. The Alpha himself. She would never be free of him now—not in a hundred years.
Lost in my thoughts, I began mapping out possible escape routes—where we could run, how we could disappear.