*Melina*
The Luna of Greyfur's drawing room is packed to the gills with Misses and Lunas sitting on sofas and chairs while gentlemen stand about wherever they can find a few spare inches of space. Faye and I have managed to secure tight spots near the center of the room, sharing a sofa with Ladies Sarah and Honoria.
Leaning against the wall, near the fireplace, the Alpha of Ashebury radiates confidence and openly flirts with the she-wolves nearest to him, while gifting others with a secretive look that makes each think she has his unfettered devotion. Not that he directs any of his heavy-lidded gazes my way.
Fighting not to let his inattention sting my pride, I'm incredibly grateful that I hadn't allowed him to bed me. It would have hurt immeasurably to see him showering others with hi
