*Micah*
I can’t believe I just fucked Zariah on my desk. I stand across from her, staring into those wide eyes, watching sweat roll off her forehead, trying to concentrate on what she’s saying, but all I can think about is how good that felt.
And what the hell did she say about James?
“Micah?” She folds her arms under her breasts again, and I can barely concentrate. “Are you listening?”
“Huh? Oh. The role. Your role. Right.”
“Micah, I’m serious. Shouldn’t you be training me to be your Beta now or something?” She glances around the room like maybe she’ll spot the “How to Be a Beta” book on my shelf.
She’s right, of course. But after what we just did, I thought maybe she was talking about a different role. She was going to be my Luna, wasn’t she? Or was what we just did not about that at all?