Begging the Rejecting Luna Back

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urst out of me as I took in the

nd our pack members take care of these orders. But if the jewel

der's Beta. It had been included in the preference space for it to 'stand o

xander's gamma that placed the order, but I was sure the order was on behalf of Alexander.

whistling, "Time to ma

reread the last phrase. My grin widene

nd. "Awww," I cooed, wiping the fake tears trying to escape my eye

order from Alexander. I was ready to make a fortu

the chair, I couldn't help but notice the clean, expensive pain

n in my long absence, Grace didn't fail to keep this place running. She efficiently handled the two businesses all by

the perfect time to also gift her a piece of specially made jewe

welries added to the pending order

on gift, Alexander's, and Grace's. The latter's jewelry stood out. Then I designed a 3D jewelry model for all

pieces. For a brief second, I reclined in my chair, my

strode to the workshop. I got greetings from the work

ropriate uniform

t off my face and turned off the machine.

ottle of water and guzzled almost half of it. It was already dark outs

lways get carried away whene

ired what I had designed. I smiled, a foreign yet familiar sense of accomplish

ted the rest too. I stacked them safely in

e lights in the control room, then headed for the door and

and my bag landed on the floor with a thud from my hands

dne

d my legs almost gave as

She was grinning widely, the excitement wafting off her in many folds. "

took my hands and

mbled on as I locked the door. "And guess what? He's Italian." She literal

hed locking the door, "I came back specifical

ent just because she saw a handsome Italian guy? But

me

ght your outfits so we won't have to waste time goi

he brought into the air. I didn't think I

ook good on y

ont seat. Then she faced th

ckseat and put on the simple cute tank top she brought with it. I sprayed the perfu

you for allergic rhinitis. Though we should thank you for single-handedly keepin

ut on the black heels I had wor

ghts slightly concealing the carefree occupants of the bar a

he music as we stepped in. Grace wa

outed, "I ca

shout so she could hea

ut she still

Then I threw my hands in the air, "Italian dude or not," I w

the air too. We both danced our way to the dance floor

held mine above my head as I swaye

on a nearby table. Soon, the DJ changed beats, an

nd my face. I could hear Grace's giggles as she w

too. I let go of all the stiffness I had gotten accus

us. Some people had stood aside to watch us w

om. I couldn't believe I let go of all o

mine. I flinched when she screamed in my ear. "

hed as she hurrie

on the dance floor as I da

of eyes digging holes into my back. I didn't notice on time that the guy I was dancing

ed when I noticed,

at something behind me. The people a

followed their line of

ng fingers wrapped around my wrist an

to wrench my hands from the basta

op

e Alpha

ously low and calm, contrasti

eyes clashed with Alexander's burn