The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna
We were to appear on the cover together, wearing twin sets of ceremonial silks—high collars with hand-stitched orchids and flowing skirts painted with falling blossoms.
I sat in total silence, a sheet of blank paper, centering my spirit. Riley, conversely, was a whirlwind of noise. She spent her time practicing 'warrior' lunges and poses in the mirror, imagining herself as a lethal huntress.
“Riley, since you are so eager,” the assistant called, “Step into the studio for your solo ritual first.”
Riley strode into the room as if she already wore the Alpha’s mantle. The set was minimalist: a porcelain vase with a single rose on an ancient oak table, and an ornate, high-backed wooden chair bene
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