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The receptionist recognized me the moment I stepped inside the company.
Her face brightened almost immediately.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Blackwell."
I smiled politely.
"Good afternoon."
There it was again.
Mrs. Blackwell.
I still wasn't used to hearing it.
The humans who worked with Alexander knew nothing about mates or Luna titles. To them, the explanation was simple enough. Alexander and I lived together. We were always seen together. He introduced me openly everywhere we went, and more often than not, he behaved like a married man.
So while some people still assumed I was his fiancée, most of them had already skipped that stage entirely and settled comfortably on calling me Mrs. Blackwell.
The first few times I heard it, I had almost looked over my shoulder to see if there
