Alpha Austin hopped out of the car, his black suit highlighting his tall frame. He seemed to be going to an Alpha Summit, looking like a sophisticated, distant Alpha who felt almost unreachable.
"It ain't anyone's fault why the pack is on fire, but the rogues. I've told you for the nth time, and I've apologized for neglecting you," he said, his voice firm as he went closer. "If there's something else bothering you, we should talk it out, not giving each other silent treatment."
I couldn't help but let a sarcastic chuckle escape my lips. "Isn't it how I treat you inside the car the same way you always treat me? Perhaps you just realized now that this means a silent treatment, Alpha?"
Alpha was at a loss for words.
I wasted no time and walked away, leaving him standing behind.
For the next five workdays, I buried myself in my duties as Luna, attending to many ceremonial duties and ensuring every pup's needs were addressed.
Alpha's luxurious gifts and flowers arrived one after another, but I brushed them aside. For the first time, I became aware that living alone had its perks.
I didn't have to worry about what I cooked for dinner, which suited the taste of the Alpha, and I didn't have to worry about when he would be back.
During my absence from the Pack House, Beta Colter frequently checked in on me during my duty hours.
I didn't mind his visits, as he was the only one I could trust for support, even though I knew the Alpha had sent him.
He wasn't from the Silver Moonlight Pack, and his origins were mysterious. Most believed he was a rogue who had wandered in and found refuge in the pack, though his secrets had yet to be revealed.
Through ceremonial selection, he had been fated as the second in command, whom he once proved he deserved his rank, with the support of the Alpha.
Despite his distant demeanor, he once treated me like royalty, which I never had a taste of with the Alpha—my mate.
Lost in thought, I came back to my senses when he said, "Hey, Luna Calista! Come and visit the pack house sometime. Holding a grudge against the Alpha doesn't solve anything."
He was right—a proper conversation to put an end to this.
"Our pack hosts a Werewolf gathering with the presence of the prominent figures, an alley to the Alpha and pack. Alpha expects you to come," he said, filled with excitement.
"Fine. Tell the Alpha I'll come." Without hesitation, I agreed to join the gathering.