Apphia
I glare at the brunette who hugged my mate at my Luna ceremony as she approaches me cockily. She has the perfect hourglass figure with big boobs and is wearing a low-cut black dress that shows off her legs. She looks at me like I'm dirt beneath her shoe. I try to remember her name, but it slips away from me. She stops and scowls at me once she's within arm's reach.
" Afia, is it?" she sneers.
" Apphia," I correct, my voice small. She knows my name but is trying to aggravate me. This woman has come to intimidate me. I summon all the courage I require; I refuse to be bullied by her. No more. Those days are gone.
" Oh yes," she says, shaking her head. " My alpha's new toy,"
I scowl. I don't like how she says " My alpha,"
" I'm not your Alpha's new toy. I'm his mate, his Luna
