My Alpha Wants Two Lunas? I'M Done (Laila and Holt) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132 Gorgeous Laila

Third–person POV:

Morgana was the first to tense up.

Her head was spinning. Laila’s here, too?

Please tell me she’s not about to announce it right here–that she’s forming a mate bond with Samuel.

Oh, no. Absolutely not.

If that comes out now, this marriage is done. No taking it back. But Samuel is hers.

She turned, face stiff, trying to pull her expression into something cold.

But the second she saw Laila, it cracked.

“…She’s gorgeous.”

It slipped out before she could stop it.

Laila was dressed simply.

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A moon–white linen dress, the neckline slightly open, baring the clean line of her collarbone. A single silver–gray sash at her waist, a plain wolf–fang pendant hanging from it. It was almost too simple- borderline plain–but on her it looked intentional.

There were no pearls at her ears, no gold in her hair.

Only a touch of pale crimson lip glaze painted her lips like the horizon at twilight.

And somehow, that plainness made everyone else’s jewelry feel unnecessary.

She stood there like a sheathed blade–still, contained, dangerous–the kind of posture the wild gives you: night wind, hard miles, and steel in your hand.

She was a true, powerful, and awe–inspiring Alpha she–wolf!

The entire hall went quiet for a beat.

The she–wolves gossiping a moment ago shut up instantly.

Jenna clenched her sleeve without even realizing it.

She’d started getting ready before dawn.

A high–collared, cinched satin dress covered in roses, with puffed sleeves trimmed in two layers of Valaisia lace. Her hair was piled up like a tower, every curl painstakingly set.

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But right now, all that expensive luxury looked like red wine spilled on fresh snow–too much, too loud,

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Chapter 132 Gorgeous Laila

and suddenly just embarrassing.

She let out a short, bitter laugh.

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“Ms. Conlay, today is my mother’s birthday banquet. You show up dressed like that–are you here to celebrate, or to attend a funeral?”

Laila met her gaze calmly, a faint curve touching her lips.

“What I’m wearing doesn’t matter.

“This is Luna Estelle’s birthday banquet. She’s the main character. Do you really think she wants us dressed like you–flashy and loud, stealing her spotlight?”

As she spoke, she turned to everyone in the hall.

“Don’t you agree?”

No one answered.

But the looks they gave Laila carried a little more pity now–mocking Estelle’s daughter right in front of her? That was a death wish.

Jenna’s face turned red like she’d just been chased over three mountains by a wolf spirit.

She looked like she wanted to tear Laila’s mouth off.

Laila curled her lip slightly, her gaze sweeping across the hall until it collided with Morgana’s.

Morgana’s eyes flickered with a sudden hope–like a small animal catching sight of its den on a snowy night.

But quickly, she turned her face away, looking huffy and annoyed.

Laila paused.

Huh? What’s her problem?

Is she unhappy to see me… or did.

or did off?

Seone here piss hen

“Jenna steadied herself.

Seeing no one jump in for

She exchanged a look with her mother, Estelle, then snorted. “We were just talking about you. Mrs. Enclaw

is so pitiful–she’s sick because of you, and you even refused to let Dr. Sagewood treat her!

“So what if you’ve done service for the kingdom? Merit doesn’t cover up a rotten heart–no wonder Holt didn’t want you.”

Morgana’s heart lurched. She stared at Laila, tense.

Don’t say it.

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