101 Compromises...
By the time the hour-long drive ended, I knew I’d never be able to look that poor driver in the eyes again. But nothing could stop the alpha. Even with the painfully limited space in the back seat, the man managed to fully embrace his role as a husband—multiple times.
I dozed off in Wayland’s arms for the rest of the ride, completely drained.
Note to self: after a long dry spell, do not jump straight into a full-blown active sex life.
After the long ride, I woke up already in the alpha’s bedroom. The man himself was nowhere to be seen. Outside the window, the sky glowed a warm yellow—either sunset or sunrise, I couldn’t immediately tell.
I turned onto my back and looked up at my reflection in the mirror on the ceiling. My red hair was spread out wildly across the bed, standing out sharply against the black sheets of the alpha’s bed. Slowly, I pulled the blanket up to my chest, breathing in the warm, intoxicating scent it carried—his scent. It was so pleasant, so comforting, that I closed my eyes from sheer pleasure.
It was like smelling your favorite perfume—you just couldn’t get enough.
Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door. Strange. Wayland would never knock.
Guessing I was at least decently dressed, I allowed whoever it was to enter.
A pleasant-looking woman in her forties stepped inside, wearing the same kind of uniform I’d once worn myself.
“Good evening, Luna Alina,” she greeted gently, bowing her head with quiet respect. I was instantly hit with a wave of awkwardness so strong it was nearly physical. The title sounded so foreign, so unreal. “My name is Brina. I’m the head of household staff. Dinner will be served in fifteen minutes, and Alpha Wayland asks that you join him when you’re ready.”
“Uh… thank you, Brina,” I managed to croak out, completely thrown off and not at all sure how to respond.
The woman smiled kindly, gave me a small bow, and left the room, gently closing the door behind her.
I sat there in silence for several minutes, staring at the spot where she’d stood.
Luna Alina.
Will I ever get used to that?
Just six months ago, I was scrubbing toilets in this house.
Now I’m… the LUNA.
I get out of bed and immediately realize I need to freshen up after the long trip—and after the “adventures” the alpha put me through in the car. So I head straight to the bathroom.
After a quick shower, I wrap myself in a large, soft towel and step out, ready to find something clean to wear. I make my way toward Wayland’s wardrobe room, planning to borrow a shirt or a T-shirt from him.
My mouth drops open involuntarily the moment I step inside.
The walk-in closet is split in two. On one side are Wayland’s things. On the other—completely filled with women’s clothing.
Looking closer, I spot my things from the rented apartment… but also an entire collection of brand-new designer clothes, some of them still with tags.
My eyes sweep over the luxurious display, and then suddenly—
I spot it.
Sitting proudly on the shelf above the drawers full of lingerie—
My hot pink vibrator.
Just standing there like a bold little trophy.
"Idiot," I whisper with a quiet giggle, surprisingly not even the slightest bit embarrassed. I quickly tuck the device into the drawer with my panties, choosing a pair that suits the moment.
After slipping into a light blue sundress—soft against the skin and ending just above the knee—and a pair of wedge sandals, I head down to the dining room, where the mouthwatering aroma of food instantly hits me. Turns out I was much hungrier than I thought the second I laid eyes on all those delicious dishes.
Wayland was already seated at the head of the table, waiting for me. The moment he saw me, his gaze locked on mine. He stood and pulled out a chair for me, a perfect gentleman. He wasn’t dressed in his usual formal style tonight—just a pale fitted T-shirt that hugged his muscular chest and a pair of light-colored trousers. The sight of his strong, bare arms made my heart skip a beat and my throat go dry.
God... is this man really mine?
"You look stunning, my little scarlet flower," Wayland said in his deep, husky voice as he kissed my hand and sat back down.
"Shall we eat... and talk?"