The Alpha With a Heart of Stone
I picked up another piece of glass; the glass cut into my hand, and instead of pulling the fragment out, I closed my palm, pushing the piece in deeper.
As before, physical pain was a great way to mask the pain I felt inside.
Blood trickled on the carpet as I squeezed even harder, growling in anger at my own failure.
Dimmed her light. That is what Leia had uttered.
I pictured Nivia as the perfect Luna. Nivia would have brown hair and dress in formal, professional attire. She would be soft-spoken, only dedicated to her luna duties. She would smile curtly, not laugh boisterously. She would care for the children without ever creating a mess or loud noises. She would not dance or make remarks in
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