Loving The Enemy Alpha
"One would think we are housing a fragile glass doll instead of an Alpha's mate."
"A glass doll that manages to complete six miles of tactical drills every morning, Vanya," Brian responded smoothly, his deep voice carrying over the sound of clinking wine glasses.
"Physical endurance is cute, Alpha," Vanya scoffed, signaling a passing servant with a quick flick of her wrist. "Yet, a true Luna must handle the heat of real duty without crumbling under pressure."
As the servant approached my place with a heavy silver bowl of hot soup, Vanya reached out, her hand purposely knocking into the server's elbow with a sudden, forceful push. The entire bowl tipped forward, splashing boiling hot liquid a