" I want you back as my mate and Luna," this again? I love Dylan; I don't know how or when I realized it, but it just happened, and I can't be with him the way he wants us to be.
" I can't, Dylan." It's too early. We both need time to grow. Then maybe we can try and work it out.
"I refuse," he says. I furrow my eyebrows and cross my arms against my chest. Before I can say a word, the nice chef comes.
" Alpha, did you enjoy the food," Dylan smiles and appreciates, the food was very delicious but neither of us ate a lot because we were so engrossed in our conversation.
" Yes, thank you." Dylan is polite, and the man turns to me.
" And you, Luna?" I sigh and look up at him. Dylan clears his throat gently, trying to indicate something.
" The food was great, but I'm not your Luna," I say,
