What the people want

DEVON'S POV 

The lingering scent of coffee flowed through the air as Murmurs of whispers swept through the other patrons of the cafe, all discussing their soon-to-be Luna as their eyes trailed us as we made our way towards the counter to order. The receptionist handed over the cup of latte to Rachel, a chinny grin on her face. 

"Here you go! It's in the house for our new Luna." 

Rachel's brows shot up in surprise, her eyes darting back and forth between the receptionist and I, her face contorting in awe as she hesitantly reached out for the hot beverage. Flashing him a warm smile as she gave him a courteous nod.

"Thank you!" I chuckled, a playful grin contorting my face as I teased the receptionist.

"What? No free drink for your Alpha?" 

His eyes widened in horror, frozen in fear as he stared at me unblinkingly, then hurriedly rushed to make me an order. I laughed, handing him my arm card.

"I was just joking; don't worry about it."