His Hybrid Luna
“This doesn’t involve you, Tasya.”
“Oh, but it does,” she countered, her voice syrupy sweet. “You seem to forget that as your Beta—and your future Luna—I have every right to be involved.”
My fists tightened, nails digging into my palms. “Future Luna? Don’t joke with me! It’s clear that Valkyrie is my Luna. She owns the title.”
Mother raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the tension sparking between us.
“The situation can change, Son.”
“It won’t! And don’t you dare mention this again!” I threatened. But the two didn’t seem to care, exchanging glances instead.
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