Pietro Wanda Novels & Stories

The pack cannot afford a miscarriage or injury to the baby. “Dayum, Luna, you look like a snack,” Mira comments, and Wanda smiles. Petra is about to speak when Milos knocks on the door. “Come in,” Wanda replies. He comes in and Mira and Petra bow and leave. He walks up to Wanda who is still seated at her in front of her vanity mirror, and she smiles at his reflection in the mirror. He is wearing a foustanella of the same shade as her gown. His yeleko tightly hangs on to his chest and biceps. The green color of his gonatares rhymes perfectly with his beautiful blue eyes, and his tsarouhia are the same color as Wand’s shoes. Wanda looks at him and cannot stop. With his blonde hair sleekly part

"If you hate me that much, why are you fighting to keep your Luna title?" "Because it's mine." "It doesn't have to be." Gianna smiled. "Try giving it to Pietra again. I dare you." Pietra shifted in her seat. She put on her softest expression, the one she wore when she wanted to appear harmless. "Gianna," she said gently. "I'm not after your title. I just want to be with my mate, publicly without being called a mistress." Gianna looked at her. "A whore will always be a whore," she said. "No matter what title you put on her."