The Luna in Me
A.J. Kingfisherthe alphas craved her love when she stopped caring themsorry, alpha. i don't want to be your mistressaccidentally pregnant for the cold-hearted alphathe alpha's fated encounter
My hands curled in the robe.
“Is she… always like this?”
“Like what, Miss Thea?” Waters asked softly.
“Kind.”
The word felt fragile, as if speaking it too loudly might break it. Both women exchanged a glance - not surprised, but thoughtful. Clearway spoke first. “The Luna is… precise. Controlled. She doesn’t show affection often.”
Waters nodded. “But when she chooses to be gentle, it is real. And rare.”
Clearway added, even quieter, “And it is never wasted on the wrong person.”
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