Contracted Assassin, Daring Luna
Then, under the watchful eyes of the guests who stopped to stare, and the gleaming lights of the reporters,
Luna Ophelia Storm stepped out of the car with a majestic grace, flipping her long luscious hair.
"You look georgous, Luna!"
"Why aren't you with your Alpha? Are you having a problem?"
To the last question, the Luna squared her shoulders and tilted her face, running her manicured fingers through her purse.
Then, she parted her lips which were coated in matte nude lipstick that made them smaller, a mischievous thought suddenly crossing her mind,
"Oh, Xavier was just in a hurry, you know how busy Alphas get, but I understand, and I know that he loves me very much."
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