C59 Your Title Or Your Mate

As Derek walked into his Alpha chambers, his footsteps faltered, and he froze at the sight before him.

Sitting on a high stool near the wine cabinet, a glass in her hand, was Clara—his Luna. The warm glow of the chamber’s lanterns reflected off her auburn hair, and her emerald-green eyes locked onto him with an unreadable expression.

Noticing his presence, Clara turned gracefully