The Underworld Luna
“What is wrong with you?”
“She’s covered in paint.” I shrugged and could almost see smoke coming from her ears. This was way too much fun.
“You might want to work harder on your image.” She sneered.
“Maybe you can help me then,” I said, faking excitement. “What do you think a luna is supposed to look like exactly?”
“Try to carry yourself with some dignity. Alphas grow tired of their mates rather quickly.” I wanted to slap the smirk off her face, but her daughter was right there. And even though this little girl was her mother’s accessory, it was still her mother.