REDEEMING HIS OMEGA LUNA
"...hot..." She murmured softly. "I feel hot..."
"Why did you come here?" Tristan probed, not attempting to pull her body, which was still clinging to him away.
"Heh... who are you?" She questioned with keen interest.
That question made him pause as he regarded her face. He didn't know if it was the drug or if she was just drunk.
"Who do you think I am?"
She held her chin, looking him over and remarked, "Gorgeous." She squealed, "Come, let me read your fortune."
"Fortune?" Tristan's gaze flicked to her face, which was red and flushed.
Raven nodded quickly, grabbed his palm, and seriously began to trail her fingers over it. It looked like she was just scribbling nonsense with her finger, and a small throaty laugh escaped his lips at the sight.
"Stop laughing." She looked up and admonished him, the look on her face serious. Tristan chuckled and nodded - he actually liked this version of her more.
She suddenly stopped playing with his palm and exclaimed excitedly, clapping her palms together. "I know, I know now. I know what you need."
Tristan gazed at her. "What is that?"
"Me." She patted her chest, a candid look on her face. "You need me."
Tristan's lips twitched imperceptibly. Was this a side effect of the drug?
***
When Raven was rejected by her fated mate, leaving her in despair, she had a one night stand with a stranger. Little did she know that he was the country's most influential alpha.What will she do when the supposed powerful man keeps clinging to her and insists she takes responsibility after a one night stand?
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