As petrified as I was, I gasped at Alpha's hand. It was too late when I realized he stormed out, all by himself, leaving me behind and struggling to breathe.
At first, I understood that Alpha's presence, together with the pack warriors, was needed to oust rogues, and he managed to kill all rogues along the way.
But as I left the room, I caught a glimpse of the Alpha saving Zora, carrying her like a bride as they disappeared out of the smoke.
I was astonished, and my whole system shook in rage; my wolf let out a dominant growl.
It should have been me, but he neglected me, choosing his childhood sweetheart.
With the suffocating smoke, I had no other choice but to move downstairs, roaring in rage that I wanted our bond to be broken that night.
I returned to my senses but was at a loss for words.
In a blink, I saw Zora staring straight into Alpha's eyes. "Alpha, you better apologize to Luna Calista. You're supposed not to neglect her that night just because you're rushing."
Right there and then, Alpha placed down his fork, his eyes filled with regret. "I'm sorry."
It had been three years since we claimed and vowed to each other as mates. We argued countless times, but it was the time the Alpha lowered his ego and apologized first.
In the past, I would feel on top of the world and prolong the argument. But now, I only feel ashamed.
Did my mate need his childhood sweetheart to urge him to apologize? Could my mate not have enough courage to speak to me?
I was left speechless, and only took the red wine next to me and drank it all in one gulp.
Breaking the silence, I replied, "It's fine."
Alpha's stare slowly darkened, and he locked eyes with me. His tone was as cold as ice as he said, "Don't drink too much."
He once reminded me before that he wouldn't like to smell alcohol on his mate's breath.
That urged me to respect Alpha's preferences and dare not to disobey him. For three long years, since I became his Luna and chose to settle on his pack, I had rarely drunk alcohol.
My tolerance long declined, but now, I disregarded his fuming wrath within him, slowly pouring myself another glass.
"It's fine, Alpha. I can handle my wine," I replied calmly.
"Zora settled here in the pack as she had no one. She lives in town alone, too dangerous, and I treat her as my sister, nothing special," Alpha cleared out, comprehending what was brewing in my mind.