Chapter Twenty Three
Third Person’s Perspective
Jake stood in front of the mirror, buttoning his shirt. It was early in the morning, but his face was already hard, his eyes cold. He had an important meeting with Alpha Robert. His hair was neatly slicked back, his tie perfectly in place. But his mood was anything but calm.
“Clarissa!” he called out loudly. “Where’s my jacket?”
Clarissa came slowly from the hallway. “In the closet, where you left it yesterday.”
“Then get it,” he ordered, without even looking at her.
She crossed her arms. “I’m not your servant, Jake. I’m the Luna.”
Jake turned slowly to face her. “The Luna?” He let out a dry laugh. “You’re Luna because I allowed it. I can just as easily take it away.”
Clarissa lifted her chin. “And I’m your wife. But you treat me like
