The Luna's Rogue Alpha

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h. It most definitely wasn’t common. Most, if not all, of the formal meetings too

was slightly crumpled from my frantic grip on the fine paper. He

tter into his pocket. We couldn’t re

on’t know what we have to use in terms of China and decorations.” My mind was reeling as I turned o

talked to him about George. I hadn’t even asked how he was fairing after

ave to wait, however, the

you have to

been so focused on the situation at hand that I h

do you

ou planning on wearing

n black frock. “I don’t–I haven’t

ge expression cros

ully, watching as the threat of a smile

lue.” He turned on his heel

*

r of confusion and activity. The servants were besides themselves

cleaned from top to bottom, the golden wallpaper gleaming with l

laid out the finest set of China we had on hand. I sighed, tucking a stray lock of hair back behind my ea

ey want? Are they jus

What has your time

anks to a servant who passed near us carry

any dealings wi

ths, and being Luna doesn’t give me the same kind of

s Court held

upied a few spaces in the enormous estate, splitting my time indoors between my quarters and the library. I preferred the

n. At t

the C

nt to the Moon Goddess’s temple and mostly used by the high-born pack women on a day to day basi

I grimaced at the mention of the Club

Wentley isn’t fond of

. “And you’re correct, I still hate the Club. But I make an appeara

ng?” he asked as I

d get dressed as well. Maybe

ut he needed to look less like a Ro

catch his smile and felt a familiar w

nd I could get

ight surviv

*

rised by Randall’s formal demeanor as he sat at the head o

g place at the head of the table where Randall sat with the “High-Elders,” the longstanding fixt

chosen to serve based on their family’s rank in society. I sighed into my wine glass, fielding questions about R

was one of the oldest in the pack, and quite prolific. His genetics had most likely mingled with other high-ranking families over the past two generations, and I was wi

my left. I turned, swallowing the mouthful of wine I had been sipping wh

me miracle, and it was no secret his advantageous marriage had saved his family’s dilapidated estate. I gl

es might be even juicer than

ble continued on without me, only requiring an occa

o seemed to be enjoying himse

center of the table. He returned my gaze with a sober

forward, addressing my father directly, which c

f the pack instead of being born into it. His position as an Elder was g

cted him for

as even acknowledging h

my father’s face glowing with satisfaction as a

my wine glass, my whole body s

uld handle being