Book 1 in The Royal Moon series - Arrogant, rude, and violent, sums up all the characteristics of King Alexander Black. One nite out, drunk and wolf-less changes her life, forever.
The Ripper King meats a broken she-wolf and two worlds collid...
"Men understand direct communication. It's bitches who speak in code." - Kristen Ashley,
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My hands were placed on my lap, I could feel my heart racing, my pulse slamming against my hand. Alexander walked toward me where I was sitting, his eyes studied me, looking for what? I don't know. The couch was one of my favorite parts of his office, it was so comfy and soft, plus... I could sit here and stare at him all day.
A loud knock filled the silence and my heart stopped for a second. The anticipation was driving me insane.
Why am I doing this?
I don't know what happened in that second, but when I looked up towards Alexander, Alpha Luke was standing in the doorway. Alexander walked towards him, greeted him and then they talked about, I don't know what.
The sound of my heart beating was overpowering my hearing, I was feeling numb, to the core.
It took me a moment to snap out of it, I took a closer look and saw that Alpha Luke was covering the people standing behind him. I found it odd at first, but I chose to ignore it. He stepped into Alexander's office and soon more unknown faces followed.
The group of faces included a skinny red-haired woman and a little boy of about 3 or 4 years old. The woman was gorgeous, immediately making me feel self-conscious.
Why did I not dress more appropriately?
I had on a pair of skinny jeans and one of Alexander's shirts, a red one to be exact. My hair was in a messy bun and she on the other hand was dressed in an emerald green dress. The dress made her red hair pop as it flew in waves over her shoulders, it all went so well with her green, forest eyes.
My thoughts betray me, immediately shutting the truth in my face. That's what a true Luna looks like, not like me.
My heart was pacing up again, I just couldn't get myself to say anything, let alone stand up. My legs felt like some kind of jelly.
"Take a seat," Alexander said coldly, his voice sent a shiver down my spine, it still made me feel protected, safe.
My eyes fell on a woman in her late 40's, she had dark brown hair and her eyes were brown, not chocolate brown, more like chestnut brown. I felt like a ghost was standing in front of me, wearing my face, staring back at me. I regained my thoughts, I can't lose control now. They are merely my blood. I had parents, I had people who did not want me... nothing will ever change that.
