Luna’s Replacement
I'm furiously hurt.
- "I-I am sorry, I had no idea." I give him my condolences. I avoid his cobalt orbs and look down to my lap, where my hands grip the soft fabric of my dusky pink sweatpants.
-"It's okay." His hand finds its way to my chin and forces me to look into his eyes. "I want you to know I never thought for a second to reject you." He brushes his thumb over my lower lip, and despite loving the feeling it gives me, I want to give in. "You are here now, and my pack needs a Luna." He didn't see me as his mate but as his Luna's replacement. I stand up from the chair, pushing past him.