Twin Alphas' abused mate
There is still something there, between Esme and I, but her focus is solely on defeating Kendrick right now.
I put Liberty down in front of one of the sofas, expecting her to take a seat, instead she walks over to Christian’s desk in the far left corner. Her fingers trace the cracks and lines in the forest green, leather writing surface, she smiles as she arranges his tablet and stylus exactly parallel with the corner. I watch, enthralled, taking in her graceful relaxed movements. This must be the first time I’ve really seen her at peace. She looks every bit the Luna the pack has been craving since Serephena was taken from us. I have no doubt, she will fit right in.
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