My jaw drops. I can’t believe what I’ve just heard. Malcolm, mere minutes after declaring himself the pack’s new Alpha, has proposed that I become his Luna.
I have no idea how to respond, but fortunately, Miranda takes that issue off my plate by flying into a shrieking rage.
“What!? Malcolm!” Miranda rushes to his side, looking like she wants to slap and kiss him simultaneously.
“Calm down,” Malcolm says, putting his hands on Miranda’s shoulders to soothe her. “You’re still my mate. One and only. Forever.”
“I know,” Miranda coos. She kisses him, sloppily, and I feel almost sick at the show they’re putting on.
“But it is possible for an Alpha to take multiple Lunas,” Malcolm continues. “I found it in one of Caleb and Arnold’s old books.”
“Is that true?” I ask, turning to Arnold.
He
