The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0001 Working 14 straight hours at a restaurant was hard enough, but to do so while my daughter was sick, threatened to pull my heart out. On top of worrying about the overflowing orders, my daughter’s fever, I had to avoid the wandering hands of my boss. “Just a minute, Piper,” he said, sliding up beside me. Before I could escape, he placed his hand on my butt. “I need to inspect this.” His eyes were on the food, but his hand squeezed my bottom. I snapped, “Move your hand, Boss. Or so help me, I will dump these plates straight onto your head.”

He grinned like I amused him. “You wouldn’t dare.” He was right, and I hated that. The current economy in the Werewolf Kingdom was bad for everyone. So many people were out on the streets, unable to support themselves. Without this job, I’d likely be out there among them. As a single mom. Boss turned into me. He slid his free hand around my waist and pulled me against him in a mockery of a hug. He used the closeness to openly stare down the front of my shirt. “I have to take out the food.” I swallowed down the bile rising in my throat.

Queen of the Selection?” Recently, the royal family announced that they were selecting potential brides for three princes. With updates regularly released over the news broadcasts, people flooded in to watch the televisions hanging in our restaurant. As far as I could tell, everyone was invested in the Luna Choosing Game – except me. Boss laughed too. Some spittle hit my cheek. “You are daydreaming if you think you’ve got a shot, wolf-less.” Roughly, he yanked me backwards so he could rub himself against the curve of my backside. The twitch of interest in his pants nearly made me throw up. He reached around me, hands gripping the shelves to my right and left, and boxed me in. “I’ll give you three days to decide, Piper. Either you come to me at night or you’re fired.” The rejection sat primed

your ex-boyfriend… Piper, you were dating a noble!” I don’t need to be reminded that Elva isn’t my biological daughter. In my heart, she is. And I’m not sacrificing anything for her; she deserves everything. This was a familiar argument between Anna and I. I knew she meant well, so I never got angry. I only felt more tired – worn down to my bones. I tried to smile, but it was bitter. “You are forgetting that there was always an insurmountable class difference between him and me, even before my sacrifice. And once I lost my wolf… The gap was just too big.” When we parted, Anna went to turn on the television, while I quickly checked in on Elva. The darling girl was sleeping soundly. I tucked the blankets more snugly against her sides. After watching her steady breathing for a moment, I quietly made my way from the room. In the living room, Anna had turned on the evening news. The scrawl