Alpha Santa
My eyes drift back to the page, catching on the description of the Luna: The Alpha’s mate, the heart of the pack, the one who nurtures bonds and ensures the Alpha produces strong pups.
My stomach twists violently.
“Pups?” The word comes out in a strangled whisper, my voice cracking. “No. No, no, no.”
I snap the book shut, shoving it away from me as if it’s suddenly burning hot. My breathing is erratic, my chest rising and falling too quickly.
Me? A Luna? Bearing pups for Elijah?
This is insane.
“This is not happening,” I mutter to myself, pacing the room again. “I just wanted a fake husband, not a fake human, not an animal. I just wanted my inheritance and my dream life, not... not this!”
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