HIS EX-LUNA HAS A SON
Lock myself in and scream into a pillow.
The packhouse halls were quiet, with the afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows in lazy beams. I turned a corner, still fuming, when I froze.
Pressed against the wall was Luna Olivia. But she wasn’t alone. A man, tall, muscular, with the scent of a gamma warrior, had her pinned. Their mouths were fused in a heated kiss.
His hands roamed her body like he owned it, one sliding down to grab her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her arch into him. She moaned, low and throaty, her fingers tangling in his hair.