Kath, My Luna
After washing up and changing, he hurried downstairs, eager to see the adorable girl again.
As he descended the stairs, drying his hair with a towel, he saw his mother playing with the little girl.
“Luna.”
“You’re done bathing, Alpha?” Luna asked. Zach nodded.
“I’m playing with her. Look she’s so smart at counting.” Luna praised the girl sitting on her lap.
“How old are you, sweetheart?”
“Five years old, auntie,” the girl answered with a slight lisp.
“Don’t call me auntie. Call me Luna,” Luna replied, pinching the girl’s cheek.
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