#Chapter 47: All Work & No Play

Hannah After the meal, I insisted on helping to clean up despite the director’s protests. With the way Noah had spent the better part of our visit openly mocking me, I felt I had a point to prove—both to him and to myself. “Really, Luna Hannah, you’ve already done so much!” the director protested. “We couldn’t possibly ask our Luna to clean the kitchen.” “Nonsense,” I said, already gathering my plate and rolling up my sleeves. “I’d love to help.” The director, with wide eyes, fell into a series of thank-yous and compliments. As I made my way to the kitchen, Noah caught my elbow and shot me a curious look. “Cleaning, too?” he whispered, low enough so only I could hear. “What kind of an image—” “It’s the right thing to do,” I retorted, not bothering to keep my voice low as I plastered that same smile across my face that I had been wearing all day. “You should help, too, Alpha Noah.” With that, I pulled my arm away, leaving Noah in the dust behind me. I heard him huff sl