Harley’s P.O.V.
Ella stood beside the bed, hands clenched at her hips. She towered over Luna Samantha, who looked pale, frightened, and far too weak beneath the soft quilts. Her breathing was labored, her sunken eyes blinking fast.
As my voice cut through the tension like a blade, they both gawked at me. Ella turned, clearly startled.
“What the hell ...”
But I didn’t let her finish and growled, barging inside. “Go away from her, Ella. You don’t get to speak to Luna like that.”
Just like a player, Ella swiftly processed the shock and stood confidently, glaring hard at me. Star squirmed in my arms, sensing the tension as she scoffed.
“Who are you to raise your voice, omega? This is my house. Don’t you think that just because you brought a damn fruit basket, you are welcome here again!”
