LEAH
The wind hits my face like a cold slap the moment I step outside. It's sharp, and clean, biting at my lungs, exactly what I needed to get my mind off him.
My body aches from longing as I walk towards the training grounds, each person passing by giving a courtly bow as I walk past them, some even go as far as calling me. Luna? It still feels weird hearing the title being addressed to me. And maybe it would be a lot better if the so-called Alpha made me feel anything like it.
He always leaves. And I hate that I still want him, whether he’s here or not. He won't even mark me, and I'm going crazy over him. My skin is still on fire from his touch and my inner thighs are tingling, calling for him.
Shit. I’m thinking about him again. I mentally slap myself. I just can't seem to get over
