The Lycan’s Breeder Luna
Ruth paused, watching me with worry, but she didn’t say a word.
“You should get dressed. The Alpha wants you to look your best for tonight,” she smiled. I nodded stiffly and started getting dressed. An outfit had already been picked out for me. It was a blood-red halter-neck maxi dress that exposed my back and neckline. I was wearing makeup, and my hair was styled beautifully. Ruth wouldn’t stop swooning over her handiwork, she was passionate about styling.
“Oh, you’re gorgeous!” she beamed.
I couldn’t even muster a smile. “But you look so sad, Miss. Are you unhappy about being a Luna?” she asked. This time, I nodded, and her smile turned into a frown.