The Luna Choosing Game

Piper couldn’t think I was running away from her, despite that being exactly what I was doing.

I’d never let her know she had any power over me still.

If she knew, she’d likely use it against me. I continued to suspect that she was only here for nefarious

purposes

Her presence couldn’t have been a coincidence, despite what she said.

Mark caught up with me in the driveway near one of the royal family’s cars. He’d been my Beta a long time. There weren’t many things I didn’t tell him about.

Piper included.

“She’s not like how I pictured her,” Mark said now. “When you mentioned her before, I thought she might actually have cloven hoofs and a tail. A devil, for sure. But meeting her, she seems…. nice.”

“Don’t be deceived.” Like I had been.

I couldn’t let Piper get her hooks into me again. Yet even as I thought it, I could feel my dormant. attachment to her pushing against the outer edges of my heart, trying to make its way back in.

Mark seemed pensive, like he wanted to say more but held himself back.

I didn’t like that. He was my Beta, but he was also my friend and confidant. He was the only person around me anymore with whom I could talk to without having to wear the mask of the perfect prince.

your mind,” I

been different since she’s arrived. Almost

still hid my

though. “No, seriously. Around her, your emotions come out more easily. You’re more present in the moment,

him with a

told me to speak my

I said. “That doesn’t mean that I

for yourself. Next time you are around her, watch how fast your emotions trigger, especially when dompared to when you are with literally anyone

“Ridiculous.”

couldn’t be true. I wouldn’t allow

refused to fall into Piper’s trap again. She’d just leave

me. For him to say these

was dangerous to me, if she was making my

didn’t have time for frivolous entanglements like

hid my identity to

what I had to do. Even if it made me

evening, I made my move. With Mark’s reluctant help, we had dwindled down the

name was Lilliana. She was petite and soft–spoken. Her demeanor was flawless,

seemed a bit demure for my tastes,

what would be