The Alpha's Secret Luna
I yell as I spring to my feet.
I am not a flipping doll.
“Me!? What is wrong with you? You’re dressing like a… whore… in front of my men,” he stammers. He whispered the word “whore,” but that didn't make it hurt any less.
I adopt a sweet fake smile, “I’m swimming, and if anyone is a whore around here, it’s you!” I stalk away, deliberately adding a little sway to my hips as I act a big FU to my husband. Apparently, he did not appreciate that. He snagged my arm as I tried to shove him.