Mira
Dominic frowned at whatever my face was doing.
“You don’t want to go on a date with me?” he asked.
Honestly, no, I didn’t. But I knew I couldn’t tell him that.
“It’s not that it’s just…” I stalled, coming up with an excuse. “Aren’t there more important things to do? I mean, I mentioned all the work at the hospital I could do, and I’m sure you have—“
“I have to prove to the Pack that I have chosen the correct Luna” he said with finality, “and that she has chosen me back.”
I blushed.
“Of course,” I sad, knowing we had to keep convincing them we were real Mates.
“We’ll need to get you a new outfit first,” Dominic said, his eyes trailing over my clothing. “It’s not enough that you’re worthy to be Luna, you need to dress the part.”
“Oh, I’m sure I have an appropriate dress or
