Lina's POV
My heart felt warm all over.
For the Luna of the Storm Pack.
My pulse raced uncontrollably.
"Get a grip! He meant the Luna of Storm Pack, not specifically you!" I scolded myself silently.
After diving into the bedroom's shower, my mind kept circling back to the same question: if these clothes were simply for "the Luna of Storm Pack," why were they all exactly my size?
Maybe he was just a perfect husband material. Perhaps he would be this thoughtful and considerate toward anyone who became the Luna of his pack.
I kept trying to convince myself not to fall deeper into Adrian's gentle trap of kindness.
After changing into the sleepwear provided, I found myself worrying about Adrian. He'd had quite a bit to drink.
I made my way to his bedroom door.
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