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.

how to make me come without even touching me with his bare hands, lips, or dick. Pain and pleasure are the ingredients to

the bedroom to absolutely caring, charming

Atticus is the alpha for

glance at the time. It's late but I can't sleep. Atticus isn't back, but although he told me to sleep, I can't as there is something I want

a facial today and

day he's late since he

are arriving here in the morning, and 1 get on pretty well

the boys, but Nicole has been making an effort and I

+20 BONUS

off his jacket and removes his tie and pulls open a few buttons as he walks over to the

ask softly as I sit

of my chin and kissing me. I kiss

I reply as I

be?" he asks, taking hold of my hand as he admires my nails. I smile. I love how he notices the littlest of

invited the Kings to the ceremony. Why?" I

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

with Zaia here?" I say, looking into his eyes as I reach for something tucked under my phone on the bedside table. It's a picture and I hold it up so he can see. One taken on New Year's Eve many years ago; of him kissing

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