The Stripper Alpha

shen up. It was still early, but I didn't want to sleep in, not when I had no idea what was expected of me. Hours later, a knock on my door startled me. A voice informed me that breakfast wa

rriedly, I stuffed another bite into my mouth, head bent, as if I have been caught doing something I shouldn't. Kai chuckled but didn't press further. A few minutes later, he excused himself, leaving me alone with my thoughts. After finishing my meal, I wandered into the living room. The magnificence of it struck me again, just as it had the first time. Deciding to make the most of my morning, I embarked on a self-guided tour of the house, exploring every hallway, every room. The more I saw, the more I appreciated the beauty of my new home. Eventually, I found myself outside in the garden and the beauty took my breath away. Sighting the lounge and being exhausted from my self tour, I walked straight to the lounge, sitting in a chair. The fresh air was alleviating, and as I gazed at the lush greenery, my thoughts drifted to Maya. She would have loved this place. She would have run through the open spaces, her laughter filling the air, while my mother scolded her for getting dirt on her dress. A sad smile tugged at my lips at the thought. The thought of my sister Haelyn, who loves spending time outdoors reading, how much she would have loved the peace of this house. The memories wanted to bring tears to my eyes but I lifted my head up, willing the tears to push away. "It's a beautiful sight, isn't it?" Startled, I stood upand turned toward the voice. "Luna Verena,"I drew a breath, surprised to see her. She smiled warmly, walking toward me before taking a seat beside me. "You can sit, child," she said, motioning for me to relax. I obeyed, studying her carefully. "I wanted to see how you were doing," she began. "And drop the formalities, I am no longer Luna. That title has been passed down to you." I nodded slowly, unsure of how to respond. Despite everything, she remained thoughtful and kind, treating me with the warmth of a mother. "I know this isn't