The Luna's Rogue Alpha

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along the gravel path towards the garden, her s

causing at the house.” Her voice was soft, lifted in the re

eg in an unladylike manner that would hav

veal my feelings about Randall’s return. Eleanor was my friend, but she was a terrible gossip. I kne

ence between us. Eleanor rolled her eyes, stopping to r

e same as he did when he…when he left the pack

t was enough. I could see the tea service I had ordered laid out in the center of the garden, a

tching as she ran her hands

g how my response

n sharing a governess. Eleanor was “Old Blood,” however, her family’s h

ke, was the eldest of the Blake children. The Blakes were one of the most established Old Blood families, their line desce

ndall sh

new she was heartbroken, if not totally vexed, at the id

the reason I had been able to remain the Luna fo

ushing over the delicate skin of her face. “He could still refus

re you serious? Their line has he

od of thanks, bringing the cup to her lips. “Why el

ea, relishing in the slightly minty taste of it. Eleanor, however, wr

t you’re free of your position

unable to stop the laugh from fall

ith mirth. “Your mother must be beside herself. Everyone at court was ter

losing their rank in society as well, unless Randal

a terrible gossip

ut with the wives at court, now that Randall Cavendash

im in my quarters, taking my dinner alone in my room. I never ate breakfast in the dining room, preferring the warm com

ou know. I hear his meeting with the Elders was…turbulent.” Eleanor looked at

happ

he Elders may call for an investigation before allowing the ceremony to go forward. I guess there’s a

s, “and dangerous,” reaching f

egretted not attending the meeting, even though women, including th

ck life were meant to be

between us as Eleanor ate her fill of

finally, turning to look directly at Eleanor. She was slightly surprised by my d

ld he possibly choose for either positio

e fragmented memories of meeting him at the d

know,”

as he betrothed to an

ing place in my heart. “I do not believe so. But, I can’t speak for his current relationships. M

st. “You don’t think-he wouldn’t bring in his rogue fr

r away our tea service. I stood, Eleanor following, and fluffed my ski

. I will miss taking tea with

er comment, keeping my eyes forwa

speak again, but shut it abruptly, he

bare chest gleaming in the sunlight as he

t into my throa

ed, covering her mouth wi

een him like this. She would, of course, relay

d look, and winked at Eleanor, whi

ing to be a