Warning: This chapter contains Mature Content!! And it's gonna get, steamy up in this joint. So if you are not comfortable, then please, skip over the scene and wait for the next chapter. If you are up for it, then, grab a fucking fan, it's gonna get hot!!!
How wake up call was this morning was not how you'd think of. A simple alarm; turn on the lights; slap someone wake. Those never happened, how Karma woke was a woman screaming at the top of her lungs. Karma rushed down stairs to think of a horrible accident had occurred. No, instead it was Monica yelling at a young woman who stood in the door way.
"Luna, please, if you'd only listen," the young woman begged.
She had bright sunbathed blonde hair, slightly fitted but still showed a stomach. Her outfit consisted of a blue spaghetti strap shirt with a short black pencil skirt.
'The things they were are no longer modest,' Karma thought as she listened more on the conversation.
"Listen to how you can be the mate of my son? Please, I know you're not even worth the breath to even talk to."
"Luna, I am the mate of your son. He has loved me once before," she rose her head to reveal green eyes with a light tint with them.
"When he had his fun running a muck with the unmated. He will be taking title of Alpha within the evening and you come to my door saying you are his mate. That sounds more like a wolf wanting to be Luna."
"Luna, please," she pleaded.
"I want to hear none of it! Now, Genevieve, leave and do not disturb me again!"
The girl Genevieve rose from her place, then faced her body towards the exist. But before she could walk fully away she had caught a glimpse at Karma, then left with a death glare within her eyes.
Monica sighed as the tramp had finally left then shut the door. Before the door fully closed, she spotted Karma in the hall.
"Good morning dear, what has you troubled?"
"I just heard screams and thought you were in trouble," Karma spoke lightly.
"Oh I'm in no trouble, just annoyed that some of the women are spouting that they are my son's mate."
Monica walked with her back to the living room and took her seat by the caring Pet.
"Is that such a big deal?"
"It is here, an Alpha is a role passed down, as the years fly. But the role of Luna, is only given to the mate of the Alpha. Which is decided by the Moon Goddess."
Karma didn't say a word, but let the words sink in.
"It's complicated to understand," Monica sighed then continued. "Now enough of that, why don't we go ahead and think of an outfit for you tonight?"
"Tonight?"
"Yes, Vlad will be given the role of Alpha tonight. So, as his Pet you must be there to accompany him. Don't worry, the celebration will be much more fun once the blessing has been given."
"So, you just end up throwing a party?"
"Yes. So that we can wish him the best of running the pack."
Monica had decided that they would leave in another few minutes, during the pending time, Karma had ran upstairs to change. It was just another day of keeping Monica company, to her, but once the celebration commences then it will be a whole different night.
Throughout the whole day, Karma had to calm down a Luna that would put the other unmated females in their place when they 'confessed' of being Vlad's mate.
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