Luna Rossi: Alpha's Little Human Mate
Her golden hair was escaping its messy bun, whipping around her face in the wind.
"Prom," I said, anticipating the accusation. "You were talking about Prom. Again."
"It’s three weeks away, Luna!" Zara groaned, throwing her hands up. "And you’ve turned down three guys today alone. You need a date, or I’m going to drag you there in a leash."
I forced a smile, though my stomach churned with an anxiety I couldn't explain. "I could just go with you. We’d be the hottest couple there."
"I am going with Julian," she said firmly, pointing a manicured finger at me. "And as much as I love you, no third wheels allowed. Julian has been planning the after-party for a month."