~His Perfect Luna~

CALISTA

I sat at the long dining table, trying to look calm while the servants placed dishes in front of us. The Northern Alpha sat at the head of the table, watching me with that soft expression he always now wore whenever his eyes landed on me. The spell had done its job. I only had to pretend.

He cleared his throat.

“Daphne,” he said, using that gentle tone again. “You look beautiful tonight.” He compliments. He had chosen to call me Daphne since I couldn’t ...