I turned around to look at the woman standing on the steps leading to the main house.
She looked radiant with her designer gown and high heels that highlighted her graceful figure.
I have to say that, even though I don't like her, Innocent is quite a beautiful woman.
And compared to her, I resembled a beggar more than the Luna.
With my body covered in tattered clothes, wounds, and dried blood, I could never compare to the grace she portrayed.
Now looking at her like this, I couldn't blame Mike for always running to her bed.
However, that didn't bother me much because I wasn't interested in being his actual mate anyway.
Her eyes moved among the injured warriors and finally stopped on me.
"What is the meaning of this?" Her voice held a questioning tone of a superior, something I didn't appreciate.
No matter what, I am still the Luna.
