My Hot mess

Once they calmed down, Hilla climbed the stairs. Her playful smile told Ciandra to go along with what she had just said. “Fiancée.” Alpha Ciandra whispered. The name rolled on her tongue smoothly. She loved it, whatever it meant.

Hilla’s parents followed behind slowly, leaving their son stuck where he was with one question displayed on his face. “You are joking, right?”

A genuine smile broadened on Alpha Ciandra’s face when Hilla circled her arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Hilla’s heart thumped softly against her chest. Hilla looked at her, and then at her parents, still climbing the stairs. Slowly, as if they would rather walk outside for hours than come up.

“You need to relax.” Alpha Ciandra thought.

Hunter adorably claimed, “if this is what we should get every morning, let us continue defiling the moon goddess.”

She stiffened and the smile began to drop from her face. No, she didn’t need the real reality check. She was fine a minute ago, returning to her reality with Hi