Chapter 5: The Missing Luna

Seraphina

The kitchen was massive, with an island big enough for fifteen stools, all granite, black, and chrome. It looked straight out of a damn magazine. A huge handmade wooden cross, carved with a unique design, hung on the wall. It was beautiful, but I doubted Alexander was religious. Picture frames of the pack members lined the walls, like military photos with serious faces.

There were hundreds of men but only about twenty women warriors. Even the men were all annoyingly attractive.

I perched on a stool while Margo stood at the stove. I felt awkward; I should have been the one cooking, not her, the Alpha's sister.

"Don't let my brother treat you like crap. He's really a big wimp," Margo laughed, tossing something in a pan and turning on the stove. "I'll swear to it."

If Alexander hadn't recognized me as his mate, he would have used and probably killed me. I insisted, "He’s also not above kidnapping. He destroyed my territory, burned it to the ground."

"Well, if you're his mate, h