The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna
And to my relief, he lets go of my hands, rises and gestures to the two women.
The maid scrambles after him as if her life depended on it. The doctor, my mother gives me one last glance before slipping out. Then the door clicks shut behind them, quiet but final.
And alone in this room I do not know, I curl my knees up to my chest. My fingers reach for the bandages again and I press lightly against them.
I am Alayna, I am Wanda’s daughter and Alpha Drake’s Luna. This much I know. But tear away the names, the titles and all that Drake has told me, what remains?
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