The Alpha's Second Luna
he said.
“No,” I replied immediately. My voice was flat, but my hands itched to move, to grip something. A break would be a weakness. A crack. I couldn’t afford that. Obsidian was mine. My teeth clenched. No one else would hold it.
The regent’s lips curved, just a fraction, satisfaction flickering across his features. “Listen. I know it’s not a good time right now, but my brother has approached me with a proposal.”
“A proposal about what?” I asked, though my jaw had already clenched before the words left my mouth. I didn’t need to ask to know.
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