“My Luna.”
The words of the manager spread across the boutique like a shockwave.
For seconds, no one moved, not Carly, not Sylvia, and certainly not Ella. The air around us had turned thick, too thick even to breathe in. The world itself seemed to freeze, that even the hum of the air conditioner had disappeared.
I stood frozen, my brows furrowing as I stared down at the still bowing and trembling manager. His head was so low that his hair was brushing the polished marble floor. Every inch of his body radiated both fear and reverence.
I could tell he was a wolf, a weak one, maybe a gamma, but that didn’t explain the fear I could feel radiating from him.
To him, I wasn’t a customer.
I probably wasn’t just his Luna, I was his reckoning, and in the brief glimpse I had of his eyes,
