I Am The Luna

Chapter 0543

ADRIANA

It's been a week since I arrived here and I already feel at home, although at times I feel a little overwhelmed by the luxuries I am given.

Atticus is indeed wealthy. He's a businessman on top of being an alpha and even with meetings, training, pack stuff to do and everything else in between he still has time for me.

I am in awe of how much this man is able to do, and according to Patrick, he's always been a beast when it came to keeping up with everything. I can also tell from the way everyone acts and talks around him that they fear and respect him.

A respect that I am impressed to say has now passed to me too.

And I've snuck around. There's no one badmouthing him or me. No one questioned his decisions, and everyone only seemed to have good to say.

Yeah, I heard a couple of women swooning over him, but followed with how they feel I'm so lucky rather than wishing me dead.

He was right, I have to admit that. He does know his pack.

Also, with every passing day, I'm seeing another side to my alpha mate. Oh, and I think I'm sticking to my theory. Actually, it's solidified that men in suits are kinky-as-fuck.

man knows how to make me come without even touching me with his bare hands, lips, or dick. Pain and pleasure are the ingredients to an intoxicating concoction he creates,

control in the bedroom to absolutely caring, charming and romantic. Can

so. Atticus is

late but I can't sleep. Atticus isn't back, but although he

had a facial today and got

gets back. Today is the one day he's late since he said he wanted to take the next few

and 1 get on pretty

the boys, but Nicole has been

+20 BONUS

the door quietly as he takes off his jacket and removes his tie and pulls open

ask softly as I sit

he says, taking hold of my chin and kissing me. I kiss

wanted to ask you something and not something I can do over text," I reply as

he admires

to the ceremony. Why?" I ask

up at me, his face unreadable. "I want it perfect for you and this is a pack event. No one will

for something tucked under my phone on the bedside table.

he takes it, not even giving it a second glance as he tears