Dear Enemy, You're My Mate
It seems they have spoken about this subject already.
"Step up as Dior's luna, the second in command, and lead the Winterbite pack while he is gone. Everyone has seen you fight, and thanks to Wesley, they have learned you are Dior's mate. The entire pack deems you worthy of becoming their luna, and even Riley and Brad think you possess the qualities needed to protect our grounds."
Riley snorts, her arms locked underneath her chest. "Right, I might not like you, Patricia, but I can recognize power when I see it—you and that alien beat the crap out of the werewolf who no one else could knock out."
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