"Laura! For disrespecting your Alpha and attempting to harm your Luna, I will banish you from—"
"No, Lucas! I mean, Alpha. Give her a chance, okay? Make her do chores for a month instead," I interrupted. Freddie smiled at me and gave a thumbs-up.
"Why are you defending her, love?" Lucas asked, raising an eyebrow and groaning in frustration. "Fine! Laura, your punishment is to live in the smallest room in this building. You’ll do chores for a month, and no phone or makeup allowed!" His Alpha tone was firm, and oddly, it was a major turn-on. I blame the hormones.
"Ye-yes, A-Alpha," Laura stuttered.
Lucas took my hand, leading me to the elevator, and pressed the button for the second floor.
"Lola will take care of your wound in my office," he said, glancing down at my still-bleeding face
