Alpha King’s Lost Luna

CAS SANDRA

Two days after my discussion with Kaleb, | found myself sitting outside with Ronald’s fiancee, Helene, on a large terrace. We were seated at a table laden with tea and a tray of delicacies. Despite the nice spread and otherwise nice patio, there wasn’t much scenery to observe.

The terrace was on the third floor of Ronald’s tower, and all we could see beneath us were the guards that patrolled the area. There was little else to do, and | found myself missing the trees in Wild Crawler. This place was cold and sterile, and the enormous wall that surrounded the fortress did little to add to the atmosphere. The high, grim wall reminded me that | was a prisoner here and made me deeply uncomfortable. Luckily, the sun was bright and provided some much-needed warmth.

When | came to visit Ronald, Helene received me and mentioned that Ronald had some business to attend to, | was about to leave, but she suggested that we enjoy some tea while we waited for him to return. While | wasn’t sure that | wanted to spend time with a stranger. | decided to agree anyway, so here we were

As | continued to glance out at that awful wall. | thought of Kaleb and his devil’s face. It was nearly impossible to cast aside. my horror and shock about the situation, and the memory of his cruel smile was difficult to get out of my head.

That night, after he’d left the room, | remained seated in my chir, frozen in place. | wasn’t sure how long | was there. | cried for a while as his story settled into my brain, but even after the tears disappeared from my cheeks, | didn’t want to go back to my chambers.

If what Kaleb said was real, Emmett and Asher’s father were the ones responsible for my father’s death and the ruin of my family. | wanted to tell myself that the king of Yurene was lying. But as the days went by. | had already started to believe him. As a result, my heart ached for my father and brother.

| had admired Emmett and taken him as the guide of my new life after that terrible inferno. He had taught me how to heal. both physically and mentally. He encouraged me and supported me in every aspect of my existence.

But it was Emmett who had taken my wolf soul and caused my inability to shift..

| felt complicated and didn’t know what to do.

| was panicked. | was freaked out. | felt helpless.

When | finally managed to calm down, | considered my situation thoroughly and thought a visit to Ronald might enlighten me. Kaleb had practically proposed marriage to me in that small, dismal room. | needed to know if | had other options.

“Cas sandra?” Helene spoke up, and | was suddenly pulled back into reality. Her light brown eyes stared at me curiously and she offered me a smile. “Would you like to try some tea?”

She finished filling her tea cup and then gestured at me with the pot. | stared at it for a moment and then nodded.

“Thank you,” | said as she filled my cup.

Helete wasn’t very young. In fact, she was older than I'd expecteil perhaps in her late forties. She wasn’t haggard by any means, but her caramel-colored eyes had light crow’s feet in their uptilted corners

Regardless of her age, Helene was undeniably beautiful She had shoulder-length hair of a similar color to her eyes, and it fell in soft waves. Her skin was extremely fair and her cheeks were rosy. She had a strong, aristocratic nose, and when she smiled, her teeth were white and perfect

| forced myself to stop admiring her and took a sip of the tea it took all of my effort to keep from making a face. It was

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quite bitter, just as strong as those Ms. Benn had brought to my room. Unfortunately, Yurene didn’t seem to with their tea either, so there was nothing to soften the taste.

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Helene smiled at me. “I take it you aren’t fond of the tea?”

“I'm just not used to it.” | said politely.

“When | first came here. | couldn’t get used to it as well,” she replied casually. “But after a few years, | learned to enjoy it.”

My lips parted in surprise. “I didn’t know you weren’t from here

Helene nodded. “Of course not. Northerners would never enjoy something like afternoon tea. They believe it's a waste of time. They appreciate savageness over elegance.”

Her last sentence was just as bitter as the tea, but she recovered quickly. “I’m from the South. | grew up in a very small Pack. | heard from my husband that you’re from Wegalla?”

“Yes,” | confirmed.

“| always wondered what Wegalla looked like, but | never had the opportunity to visit,” Helene remarked. “Some have said it's quite wealthy. Is it true?”

“In some places,” | replied. “Others are perfectly ordinary

“| bet that even the most ordinary parts of Wegalla are much richer than here,” she sighed, and then she raised an eyebrow. “Were your parents wealthy?”

| shrugged, taken aback by the question.

In Wegalla, Anemond particularly, questions about money and wealth were considered crass. We avoided the topics as often as possible or shifted the subject when they were brought up.

Even though Helene was a Southerner from birth, | supposed that she had picked up some traits from the Northemers. namely their bluntness. | couldn’t fault her for asking such an innocent question, even though it came across as a little socially unaware. “| suppose they were fine,” | said simply. “But they both passed away when | was young, so | can’t be too sure. | don’t remember much about them.

It wasn’t a complete lic, but | didn’t know yet if | could trust Helene, so | needed to remain guarded.

“I'm so sorry,” she apologized. “I didn’t mean to speak poorly or out of turn.”

“Don't apologize,” | assured her. “You didn’t know. It’s okay.”

“My parents have passed as well,” she said. “Unfortunately, | remember it all too well. It was a terrible situation. | worry that I'll never be able to forget the image so long as | live.”

Silence hung in the air and | didn’t know what to say, | studied Helene’s face and fought to find something to comfort her. It was clear from the haunted look in her eyes that she’d witnessed something unthinkable, but | didn’t want to pry. We'd just met and it wasn’t my business to ask for more information.

For a moment, | thought Helene was going to cry, but before her eyes could well over and tears could fall onto her pink cheeks, she rolled her shoulders back and smoothed her hair.

She seemed to have a story to tell and | pondered whether | should ask her after all, but before | could, Helene’s full lips curled into a broad smile. She glanced behind me and waved.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

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“Here comes Lord Ronald,” she said, and all traces of her saddened demeanor disappeared completely.

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