There were scratches on his body. My eyes glowed. He said it was fine and told me it was normal. I didn't think it was. Although the wound healed and the scratches disappeared a few moments later, I pondered on it throughout the night—even when a servant dropped by in the morning to inform me about the morning breakfast in the Pack dining.
"Luna has announced that you'll be joining everyone for the Pack's brunch from henceforth," she had said.
I was anxious when I got dressed in my mid-thigh, flared, sleeveless denim gown. I was going to face the Luna after what happened between the Alpha and me.
When the elevator slid open, I froze on the spot, seeing Luna already inside—standing tall and poised in a black, knee-length dress. She had a bag on her wrist and was busy with her phone. When she looked up at me, she paused, gave me a once-over, and smiled.
"You're headed to the dining room for brunch, right?"
I nodded.
"Come on in. I'm going there too."
