The Alpha's Golden Eyed Luna
ZEKE.
Hours later, Astrid and I sit in the garden house, just staring at the sky, there’s a kettle of black tea made by Madam Yv and her grandma’s recipe of cookies.
All of this feels so weird: Me, her, mates, like everything is jumbled, like nothing makes sense.
I feel Astrid’s eyes on me, those irises flashing with a question.
“Come on. Ask your question.” I take the cookie, and pop it into my mouth, sour cream exploding in my taste buds, is this what Madam Yv is doing to me? Is she absolutely serious right now?
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