Moonbond; The Alpha who lost his Luna
The sleeves fell softly from my shoulders to my wrists, and just underneath them were silvery bracelets, shining like the morning sun.
On my head was a thin silver circlet, marking my place as Luna. It was beautiful and regal, and I looked exactly how a Luna should look during the Moonlight Festival.
The maids stepped back, admiring their work. “You look breathtaking, my Luna,” one of them said sincerely.
I forced a faint smile, and before I could respond, one of the elite guards outside my chamber door spoke firmly.
“The Alpha’s order remains unchanged.” The maids lowered their heads slightly.