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But she doesn’t say anything. “As you can see this is our Debbie-downer.” Cino chuckles, but Allessandra doesn’t give him any attention as she opens the small bag against her hip and remove some disinfectant and start doing her magic on Madelaine’s head. “What about coffee, then?” He offers to no avail. “I also have flavored milkshakes, tea, iced coffee, wine, whiskey…” “Water is fine.” Mia finally gives in to Cino’s moaning.

Annie knocked on the door, carrying a cup of God knows what. “What do you have there?” Lyon asked the maid who held a cup that was steaming hot. “Ginger ale, Alpha,” “Wait,” Lyon held my hands as I was about to collect it from her. “Taste it first before Livia drinks it,” He ordered her, immediately the maid grabbed a small cup from the mini fridge and poured a little amount into it, she gulped it down and glared at Lyon. “I would never hurt the future Luna, Alpha Lyon,” Annie swallowed, as though she felt unappreciated for scooping in the ginger ale without anyone knowing.

But never lying. That night, while Maddie was going out with Nico, Lina had to go to work. “I’m leaving! See ya tomorrow!” Lina said and picked up her backpack, heading to the door. “Have a nice date!” “Thanks!” Maddie shouted from inside the room and Lina smiled. She was happy for her friend. This Nico guy seemed like a really nice person and if Maddie was accepting his presence every day, it was because she really liked him. Gambini smiled as soon as he saw Lina arriving.

"You're defending her because she cried?" Before Jaxon could answer, she stepped closer. "Why are you even doing this?" She looked around at everyone watching. "They all know I'm the woman who's supposed to stand beside you." She pointed toward herself proudly. "I'm the future Luna." The crowd immediately began murmuring. "She's right." "Everyone knows that." "Kelly has always been beside Jaxon." "Who is that girl compared to her?" Another voice rose above the others. "Look at Stella."

I stared at him blankly, a mix of defiance and confusion swirling within me. “What are you doing, Eva?” he questioned, his voice laced with disappointment. “These junk foods won't do you any good. As a Luna, you should strive for elegance, both in your appearance and in your choices.” I blinked, momentarily taken aback by his stern lecturing. My mind raced, trying to process the sudden shift in his demeanor. These snacks had provided me with a temporary escape, a momentary respite from the weight of expectations and restrictions placed upon me. And yet, in Nate's eyes, they were nothing more than indulgences unworthy of a Luna.