The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession
As Luna helps me into a simple yet elegant dress, her movements are gentle and practiced, her touch familiar and comforting.
She brushes through my hair, smoothing out the tangles, and I close my eyes, letting myself relax under her care. But as she continues, I notice something, a hesitance in her movements, a subtle glance she keeps stealing in my direction.
“What is it?” I ask, giving her a questioning look through the mirror. She’s watching me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle, like she’s trying to decide whether to speak or hold back.
Luna leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper as if sharing a secret meant only for us. “I know the baby is Alpha Rune’s,” she murmurs
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