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.
On the day of the gathering, I arrived late, and the anticipated prominent figures all arrived.
Beta Colter welcomed me back, escorting me to the Pack Hall before leaving. Seeing my mate with the other Alphas, their Lunas, and some of our mutual friends, I sighed and braced myself for meeting them.
Eventually, I overheard some playful banter among them.