He Rejected Me for My Sis, Now I'm the Ruthless Alpha's Luna
My wolf has been restless ever since we crossed eyes with her green-gray ones.
"Zamir."
“Yeah?” I turn.
My red-haired beta is staring at me like he won the lottery. "Who would have thought," he says, with great composure, "that I'd live to see this day?"
"We were discussing the hunters," I say.
"We were," he agrees. "And then we stopped, and you started looking at your hands, which — in eleven years of knowing you — I have never once seen you do." He tilts his head. "So. Who would have thought?”