The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 201 Ischooled my features back into what I considered my 'Luna face , Aloof and unaffected, or attempting to be, as I crossed the great social minefield and managed to wash up, unscathed, on the far shore. There were quite a few people clustered around the refreshment buffet- Wolves were a hungry lot- and I perused the trays of hors d'oeuvres with a token appreciation for the artistry of the displays. My stomach, however, was tied in knots and vehemently opposed to the idea of food. Thad eaten little at lunch either.

Stress had filled my belly like a rock, suppressing my appetite all day. I was sure the alcohol I was about to consume would hit me like a ton of bricks, but I recklessly reached for a glass of the sparkling wine regardless. Perhaps if I downed this quickly, I would be able to drift through what was to come in a lovely haze. "Luna Avery," a voice purred over my shoulder. I jumped, almost spilling the pair of delicately fluted tulip glasses in my hands. When I turned, I found myself close, too close, to Reynaud, who beamed down at me wolfishly.

"alpha Reynaud," I said, flustered at his proximity, "It's good to see you again." "It's very good to see you as well," his eyes drifted down to my elegant but conservative neckline and back up to my face with a slow smile, "Even if it's less of you than last time." ---- 1 flushed crimson and tried to back away, glancing to see if anyone was listening in to our conversation. "Oh come, I don't mean to embarrass you," he said quickly, " You are lovely in every dress, of course.

to give, and I would have to be dead to not hope for more..." His flattery was as smooth as his tone, and as

glanced at the champagne I held and back at me with eyebrow raised as he caught the significance of my meaning, "Well then, please do not allow me to detain you further." He stepped back, giving me room to maneuver, and breathe. "Thank you," I murmured, as I

It felt as though I was releasing a heavy ---- weight that had been dragging me down. Then, feeling suddenly as effervescent as the bubbles in my glass, I fixed a smile on my face and found my place at Gideon's side. "Everything alright?" he asked, peering

"Here's your champagne." "Thank you," He reached for the glass I offered, and our fingertips touched, sending jolts of electricity down my arm and re-kindling the nervous ball of energy in my stomach. To avoid his questioning gaze, I pivoted to survey the room and saw Reynaud watching us from