Riannon tried to stay calm. A nearly impossible feat in the Lycan King’s presence, though she did try her best. The fact that he was incredibly good-looking certainly did not help. Nor did it help that she remembered too well how he brushed her off and humiliated her over the phone. The memory, still fresh in her mind, bugged her.
He bugged her.
He forced emotions to rise inside of her, and she did not like it. She was trained well enough to conceal them at all times. Despite werewolves being beasts with animalistic instincts, it was considered bad manners for a Luna to display them. A perfect Luna couldn’t growl, couldn’t get angry, and couldn’t express what she felt out in the open for everyone to see. A perfect Luna had to be, well, perfect. At all times.
Ria was always considered on
