The next day was a whirlwind of responsibilities. As the Luna, my duties to the pack consumed much of my time and energy. After our morning meeting concluded, I received a mind link from Roan, his voice carrying a hint of irritation.
"Lori, why didn't you wake me up? You left early without telling me, and now I've overslept."
A familiar pang of frustration flared within me. Since our mating, I had devoted myself entirely to him, catering to his every need. Each morning, I carefully laid out his clothes, prepared breakfast with affection, and gently woke him, ensuring his day began smoothly. It had become a routine, one I meticulously maintained. Yet, his tone now betrayed an unsettling truth: he had come to see my acts of love as mere duties, obligations I was expected to fulfill without question.
I took a deep breath, the weight of my realization settling over me. I was not his caretaker—I was his Luna. I had every right to refuse his unreasonable demands.
"Well, since you’re running late, you'd better get up soon," I replied, a subtle edge in my voice.
"What am I going to wear today?" He asked as if choosing his clothes was foreign to him.