The Perfect Luna

Riannon walked into the kitchen to check if her assumption was correct. And it was. Roxy was giggling and eating her cereal in the company of Dean, Maya’s brother. The young man was blushing and his freckles were becoming more obvious on his face. This was bad. He was still young and one of the guys who were easy to impress. And manipulate.

“You are not serious!” He chuckled, not even sensing his Luna’s arrival. He was too engrossed in the conversation he had with the cure redhead omega.

“But I am!” Roxanne placed her hand on his, “I was working at the stables in my previous pack for many years! There isn’t a single thing that I don’t know about horses. I loved taking care of them.”

“And I thought that you were only treated as a slave in your old pack,” Riannon scoffed,“ Werewolves don’t let omegas take care of the horses. They are afraid of us and if we keep one, we need to take care of it ourselves to create a bond. For omega to take care of a horse would be a luxury.”

For the first time, Roxy did not burst into tears in her presence while being confronted. Neither did she shake or tremble. Ria wondered if having s*x with her husband gave her newfound confidence and she wanted to laugh at that.

“Our pack was different,” Roxanne smiled sweetly and took her hand off Dean’s, making the guy even more flustered. “Not every pack has an Alpha as amazing as Alpha Brayden. My previous Alpha thought that it was beneath him to take care of a horse. He kept them just for show and omegas had to do the dirty work. But you are right, it was amazing and felt like a gift,

“I see,” Riannon went to the coffee station and started preparing herself a cup.

“Luna,” Roxy’s voice was overly sweet, “I can make you a cup. After all, I am the omega and you are the Luna.”

Riannon rolled her eyes while she was facing the wall. She would take a cup of coffee from Roxanne’s hands only if she was suicidal and wanted an easy way out.

“As you just said,” she remained calm as she loaded the coffee machine, “This pack is very different from yours. I can make my own coffee, thanks.”

“Ria,” Dean stuttered slightly, “I will go. I have battle practice soon. It was nice to see you. And nice to finally meet you, Roxy.”

Dean,” Riannon turned just in time to see the omega brush

was gone, the two women left in

Roxy’s face faded. Did she decide to stop

help herself, sipping her coffee and taking a seat at the head of the table, “No tears today?”

I don’t want to offend you with them,”

new. She didn’t behave like that before she had Brayden’s affections secured in the past life. And right now they

inside but did her best not to show that, continuing

coffee?” Roxy almost sang the words with a smirk on her face, “A sleepless night,

really,” Ria mimicked her, “Actually, I slept like a baby. And I always start my day with a cup of coffee. So do millions of people. Don’t read too

to you,” Roxanne scoffed, “You

talked like that in the past. It was refreshing but at the same time, it worried

Ria said calmly, tempted to go on, “All that crying… It gets repetitive, you know. And Brayden gets tired

advice actually,” Roxy grinned, “I guess it’s coming from your experience? Anyway, you underestimate the power of mate’s

was there, she would tear her

if this was exactly the purpose of all that? Roxy was provoking her to be able to play the

depression. Back in her past life, the first time she felt Brayden being intimate with his mate, her mark was hurting her like hell and Onyx was going crazy inside of their shared mine from all the pain. It was incredibly hard to deal with it and the first day, she simply stayed in her bed, stating that she was sick. She only left her bedroom when she was feeling better and could control Onyx again. Hence…they never met like that.  understandable, considering the circumstances. Ria was hardly the only witness to the audible love-making of her husband.

another sip, making Roxanne frown. She was not going to give her enemy the satisfaction

what I was trying to say,” Roxanne looked at her again with some kind of new determination, “What I really meant to let you know is that you