RISE OF THE SCORNED LUNA
He was standing tall and commanding in a tailored black suit that accentuated his broad shoulders.
Emma's eyes lit up, mistaking his approach for interest in her. She arched her back, pushing up her cleavage like an offering, and extended a manicured hand.
“Alpha Arlo,” she giggled, the sound grating on my insides like kitten claws clawing on a chalkboard. “I'm Emma, Luna of the whitebrock pack. It’s such an honour to—”
Before she could even finish her sentence, Arlo slid past her, locking onto mine with that intense, smoldering heat. He ignored her completely, stepping close to brush his lips against my cheek in a sensual peck that sent a shiver down my spine.
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