The Alpha's Secret Luna
This would be the part where the seductive beauty gently strokes the man’s chest, igniting a fire in his soul, except I don’t have the balls for that yet.
“Go back to your room,” he says when he’s finished looking and clearly deemed me unworthy.
I’m stunned and silent for a moment. This is the part where the fictional man would gently cup their love interest’s face with both hands and declare their undying love. Maybe growl possessively that they can’t live without them a moment longer. That’s what was supposed to happen to this naïve idiot. My husband, however, doesn’t do anything like that. He stands stock still with his fists clenched, and his eyes flashing erratically between the gold of