Beast Alpha and His Cursed Luna

MAVERICK’S POV

"Why is our alpha holding the cat?"

"Is this cat important when he should be looking for Luna?"

"What’s going on? Why are we wasting our time here?"

"Is Alpha Maverick okay? Didn’t he say he had an urgent matter to attend? We thought it was something important,"

I could hear whispers around me, making me press my lips into a thin line.

’She seems so unfamiliar suddenly. Is it because of her ever-changing hormones?’ Reaper commented, and I walked out of the private room because I didn’t want to let her stay in this room that reeked of male hormones for even a second more.

I turned the lights on to see if she had any kissing imprints on her body because I was going to ensure that I slapped her butt hard until it got red for allowing something like that.

However, as soon as I turned the lights on, I furrowed my brows.

This wasn’t my cat. I mean, this wasn’t my Valencia at all.

Even though her fur was white and her eyes were somewhat similar to hers, I could feel it in my bones.