The Lycan's Luna
I snatched the box and slammed the door in his face.
“Was it your husband? What did he buy you this time?” Sofia sat on the bed with her arms crossed and a teasing smile on her face. Her messy blonde locks shot out like a bird’s nest.
I wondered if that’s how my hair looked, and cringed at the thought. If so, Idris Raed was probably laughing his head off somewhere in the mansion right now.
“I told you not to call him my husband.”
“Fine, fine, if you say so.” Sofia yawned and rubbed her eyes, getting off the bed and turning on her computer. She had a habit of checking the profits for ‘I, Luna,’ first thing in the morning. It made her day, she said.
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