You're Not the Right Luna for Me

e's

ensation spreads through my body like an electric c

years of loneliness, I've found my mate. I look up into his gre

, I see

his voice like ice. "I

ss in my ch

lt-" I st

me off. "And I'd appreciat

eople around us turn t

tention," he says loudly. "Even manu

someone. "I'm sorry," I

lfriend appears at his side like she m

ll tingling. Did I imagine it? Am I so desperat

was real. I kn

around her waist. Her head on

my table on

asks the guy next to me

ay. "Just a mi

ptical but d

mething Caroline says. He hasn't loo

and hurt. If we're mates, why does

cing heart. The bond felt so strong, so und

y to talk to Daniel Harrington?" The

omeone like him would

actically threw

on my plate, wishin

ks about excellence and opportunity. He mentions

to Daniel, sitting at the head table, th

immediately. He leans closer to Caroline.

I can't eat. The food t

. His voice carries across t

st encouraged: it's expected." He raises his glass.

erstand that some connections are worth cultivating, while others..." H

at him. The c

ying not to show how

as Daniel leads Caroline onto the floor. His movement

f my table has moved to the dessert buffet. The roo

, grabbing

earing beside me with two of her frie

rly class tom

loser. "It's sweet, really. The little omeg

iends

t like th

don't mix with people like you. Scholarships are charity, not invitations to cli

r dress shimmering

it, keeping my head dow

Aber

tin, the faculty coordinato

la is an important networking oppor

eeling wel

l. But remember, your scholarship requires

s,

and mo

he cool night air. My chest aches like

minutes to arrive. I can't stay

alking, not caring about the ro

across campus. Hot and

ld never have come tonight. I sh

for someone like

eak but present. A cruel reminder

e dirty and scratched. My dress is damp

e down against it, fina

g over a Harrington. My a

e not here

ed bond to a man who lo

as it's a