Fated to two Alphas
A few Luna leaned forward, with obvious curiosity written in their faces.
“Secondly,” I continued, my voice getting stronger by the second. “I ran to avoid the trouble you were so intent on creating. I ran for peace.”
Wanni’s sweet coyly mask cracked for a second, which revealed something colder beneath. Then she stood up too and closed the distance between us. When she spoke again, her voice was icy cold.
“How fascinating fate is,” she purred silently that only I could hear. “You ran from one Alpha and landed straight in the arms of another. Tell me, does he know? Does your precious Alfred know the real, pathetic runaway he is about to make his Luna?”