The Imperfect Luna
Sasha
I’m jolted awake by something icy splashed on my face. I gasp for air, trying to wipe my face, but my hands are bound behind me. I remember getting into my room wanting to bathe, but I suddenly felt someone clamping a hand over my mouth.
“Well, look at that,” Nikki taunts, walking into the room in leggings, a sports bra, and a leather biker jacket.
“Alpha Sasha,” she laughs, bowing to me. I swallow hard, my chest tightening. Rory wants to lunge at her, but my body is shaking and my lips are trembling.
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