Avery POV
The morning after was supposed to be normal whatever that meant in this house.
The mansion had finally started breathing again, and the usual footsteps and chatter of servants echoed faintly through the hallways. I rushed downstairs, practically bouncing in excitement. My plan was simple.
... surprise Martha, the head cook, and maybe score some extra praise. But halfway down the stairs, a sharp, traitorous jolt of pain zipped up to my thigh.
I winced and muttered under my breath, gripping the railing. "Stupid gorgeous Alpha."
Apparently, I hadn't calculated the soreness that would linger after last night's...activities.
Martha looked up the moment I stepped into the kitchen, her round, sweet face brightening with a wide smile.
"Future Luna!"
I smirked. "Guess what?"
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