Fated to the Three Rogue Alpha Brothers
Our mate, Our Luna turns to us, all painted with ash on her and all happy that it feels contagious then she asks.
‘W—what now?’
“You dance, we dance. You eat to gather strength, you celebrate before we take you out of here”
‘We are full. We can leave now’
“Not by a long shot princess. You’ll be in our arms for more than five hours, you need energy, you need to be hydrated. Go, celebrate”
And right before I can mumble some more words to my Luna, her pesky best friends come and whisk her away.
Neo’s hand pats my shoulder,