The Unprepared Luna
she says.
“I think thre's a good possibility of that, Holly,” he says, taking a bite of the cookie. “Now that’s delicious,” he says, making her twitter all over again.
“Thank you so much, Sir Alpha. If you need anything else, just let me know. Or Ginger. Or Mari. Her name’s Marigold, but she goes by Mari.”
“Thank you, I will. And could you make sure that my mate gets one of these cookies?”
“Sure thing, Sir Alpha!”