FALLEN : The Alpha's Fallen Angel
Hawaii says, pulling me from their hold and towards the kitchen.
Walking in, a dark-haired girl in a blue dress stood, ordering the others to some work.
“Are you the one in charge?” she turns in my direction, sizing me from head to toe.
“Depends on who's asking,” she replies.
“Alya, that's the Supreme Luna you're talking to,” Hawaii counters, glaring at her.
“I'm sorry, who?” she asks with a scrunch of disgust on her face.
“You heard it right the first time, Alya,” Hawaii replied, making Alya burst into mocking laughter as her colleagues came from the corner.