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SHADOW

“I don’t like this.” My fifth time changing gowns from the hanger rack. They were all nice, but I wanted to excuse myself from going to a formal dinner. I received an invitation from Sebastien yesterday. I didn't know what was up to, maybe to poison me after what I did to him.

“Try this black. It’s gorgeous. The sequin doesn’t make you itch.”

Kindra elbowed Zarah. “Stop trying. Those gowns fit her perfectly. She’s just making excuses.”

“Get used to always attending parties, dinners, and boring meetings. You’re a Luna now. Now, put that black on so they can adjust what’s needed. I’m hungry, Shadow. And your mate probably needs cuddling.”

“He doesn’t need cuddling,” I said crisply. “He has a business meeting with Kent and other investors.”

“And what’s your excuse?”

I picked up the dress and slumped my butt on the chair. “I'm made from a mistake. My sperm donor couldn’t keep his junk in his pants and raped my mother in her sleep. He’s a dick. That’s why I don’t wanna attend