The Luna, the alpha and the beta

Conan

Luna Trina's voice halted any movement, as my fist froze midair, hanging suspended a few millimeters from Brad's nose. He let go of my collar and pushed me back violently. I ignored that childish move from him and turned to Luna who was staring at the both of us with anger and disapproval written on every inch of her face.

She cast a glance to the maids and guards who were gathered outside the room, and they all scattered. Soon, we were alone in that part of the palace.

"What on earth do you both think you're doing?" She asked as she walked into the room and slammed the door close behind her.

Shame burned in my belly and at the back of my throat as I glanced at Brad to see that he had his eyes trained on the floor, his fist clenched and his cheeks still flushed red from anger. I lost control, I admit that but I rarely lost control. I had always prided myself on the fact that I have spent years mastering and mastering my emotions until they were nothing but weapons to use for my