The Twice-Rejected Luna, His Only Healer
Alpha Moore said, pointing with his wine glass toward the entrance.
Derek followed Moore’s gaze, and his breath caught in his throat. There she was—Ella.
She moved gracefully through the crowd, commanding attention without even trying. Her long, flowing hair, styled in soft, cascading waves, shimmered under the soft lighting. Each step she took was elegant, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Her dress, a deep, midnight blue, hugged her figure in all the right places. The silk material flowed around her, accentuating her curves, and the delicate lace at the neckline dipped just low enough to draw attention without being too revealing. Her makeup was subtle yet flawless, with a hin