Page 38 of My Only Luna

We have just finished and I’m staring up at the sun when Angela comes over to me as I lay flat on my back on one of the mats. Both of us are soaked with sweat.

“So, we need to go shopping,” she says, bending over me withher hands on her knees, blocking out the sun.

“Why?” I groan as I sit up.

“Umm, maybe for the Blood Moon Mating Ball?” Angela replies, as if this is the most obvious thing. I sigh; I’m not sure it is something I am looking forward to. Elijah’s adamance that we could be mates makes me hopeful, but I know even if he chooses me, knowing that I’m not “meant for him” will still hurt.

“I’ll order something online, there’s so many amazing stores that have nice dresses and you don’t need to waste time going in-store.” Yeah, I love online shopping although Angela is the opposite of me.

“Umm, how about no. No! This is the Blood Moon! We are going shopping. End of story.”

“Seriously? I don’t want to, hun,” I groan. I can think of many things that would be more fun than going shopping, like spending time getting pounded by a sexy alpha.

I flush a little, glad I’m all hot and sweaty so she won’t notice.

“I’m just sure someone I know would luuuurve to see you in a sexy dress,” she adds slyly, raising her eyebrows at me suggestively.

“I don’t think he’d care. Besides, I didn’t say I won’t get a dress. I said I don’t want to go shopping,” I whine, then frown at how I sound. “I don’t like shopping,” I hiss.

She just crosses her arms, huffing. “Want me to go get Elijah?”

“Get me for what?” Elijah says from behind, his vest top damp with sweat, making my eyes run over him, taking in every dip and curve of his sexy body. I know he kept his shirt on to cover the scratch marks that I covered his back with, but I’m glad; I don’t need all the she-wolves checking out my man. Hesmirks, seeing my gaze trail over him as I smile back.

Yeah,my man. He’s really mine.

That still feels surreal.

His eyes roam over me appreciatively, making my heart flutter.

“Scarlett isn’t interested in dressing up for the Mating Ball,” Angela states, giving me a dirty look.

“I didn’t say that. I said I can shop online,” I correct her pointedly.

“Only losers shop online. Like, I’m getting a designer gown.” Keira’s nasally voice comes, making Elijah wince. He quickly steps aside as she pushes forward in her tiny bra and shorts.

I’m certain she shops online a lot. When the deliveries are brought into town, she always has a lot.

“Then get your designer gown. I’m not stopping you, am I? I’m just not interested,” I retort.

“Why are you even going? Like, aren’t you marked already?” Keira questions. I feel Elijah’s aura as his eyes flash, but I swiftly step forward and place a hand on his chest, trying to ignore the way he feels under my fingertips.

“That’s none of your business. Now get the hell out of my face,” I reply coldly.

“Yeah, like, whatever. Alpha, will you be going to the ball?” Keira asks hopefully. She knows she isn’t his mate, but probably just wants to cling to him like the skank she is.

“Of course he’s going to go. We need him to find our Luna,” Aaron says as he and Monica come over. Elijah glances at him, a slight tick to his jaw.

“I’ve already chosen my Luna, but yeah, I will be going to thisparty,” he replies icily. Aaron’s eyebrow shoots up in curiosity.

“Oh yeah? Since when? Alright… I think me and my boy need a chat. You girls should go shopping together,” he suggests.

Clearly wanting to get rid of all of us, something Monica obviously realises as she crosses her arms.

“I’m not going to the ball, remember?” she reminds him with a pout. Aaron smirks.

“Take my card, baby. Buy whatever you want, have fun.”

Smooth ass.

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