Alpha Xavier
I smiled when expected, nodded when required.
It was second nature by now.
I had grown used to the mosque that I was wearing. Sometimes, I never even bothered, it was just there.
“You handle yourself beautifully,” Luna Corrine said from across the table, her voice dripping with approval. “Especially considering how young you are. I remember being your age when I was mated, everything felt overwhelming. I remember that things were a little more complicated with you, but I also know that you managed yourself quite well. Everyone finds it impressive. I for one, am proud of you.”
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