edit, Kingsley's POV
Just then, the door swung open, and my Luna, Freya, walked in, holding a cup of coffee. She spoke in a sweet voice, "Kingsley, here's your coffee."
Setting the coffee on the table, she pouted, appearing somewhat reluctant, but then flashed me a smile.
I reached for the cup, taking a sip; it was the exact flavor I enjoyed.
"Can I head out now? You seem to be quite occupied," Freya asked, her gaze briefly shifting towards Jeremy, who stood off to the side.
I felt a slight pang of dissatisfaction, her constant desire to leave me causing the wolf within me to instinctively whimper.
"Wait for me in the side lounge," I responded unhappily.
Why did my Luna always entertain the idea of leaving me? Was she trying to play hard to get?? Or was this her way of punishing me?