The ex-alpha revenge mate-curse by the luna

ee all over my face. The burning liquid ran down, and I flinched, my heart racing as I wiped my eyes. The sting of her anger hurt more than the coffee itself. Have you ever seen a pack where Luna

d how he would glance at her with a warmth that made my heart clench painfully in my chest. John always assured me that nothing was going on between them and that it was just business matters. I trust John with everything I have, so I find it hard to believe his ex-girlfriend. I lifted the hem of my long slip dress a little, making sure my underwear stayed covered, and used the soft fabric to wipe the coffee off my face. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I cleaned away the warm, sticky mess. Diane stood a few steps away, a smirk on her face as she watched me struggle. With a toss of her hair, she threw her bag over her shoulder and turned to walk away, her laughter ringing in the air. Just as she passed, she kicked at my legs playfully, the impact catching me off guard but I managed to stop myself from falling. I heard the door slam open. I turned back, my breath catching in my throat as I saw a figure coming closer: a very handsome young man with a chiseled jawline and a stern expression-John. Whenever his deep-set blue eyes peered into mine, my heart started to race. My lips curved into a bright smile. I took a step forward, reaching out for a hug, eager to feel his arms around me. However, he pushed me aside, his face firm, and my heart sank in confusion. His voice was low and threatening, slicing through the air like a knife. "I've warned you several times to stay in your lane, haven't I?" "But John-" I started, my voice shaking. His face twisted with anger, his lips curling back as he growled, "How dare you call me by my name?! When did you get the nerve to do that?!" With each word, he stepped closer, his sharp jaw clenched and his brows knitted tightly together. The intensity of his pier