The Alpha King And His Chosen Luna novel Chapter 151

<A day for heredit

A day for herself

(Caius)

The door closed behind Sera.

I watched it for a moment before looking back at Isla. She still looked pleased with herself and I already

knew that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. Not after gefting exactly what she wanted.

“What?”

I looked up.

She was watching me carefully.

“You look like you’re thinking too hard.”

“I am.”

That earned a smile.

The expression seemed to arrive more easily these days. I noticed things like that more often than I used

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“I thought we settled this.”

“We did.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

I leaned back slightly in my chair.

“The problem is that you’re excited.”

She stared at me.

“That’s a problem?”

“Usually.”

A laugh escaped her.

The sound filled the office and immediately made me regret answering honestly.

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

That didn’t seen to help my argument.

If anything, it made her more amused.

I looked down at the paperwork on my desk.

None of it was getting read.

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Not while she was sitting across from me looking forward to tomorrow like it was some great adventure.

“You’ve never been to the settlement.”

That caught her attention.

“No.”

Her answer came softer than I expected.

I looked at her.

For a moment neither of us spoke.

Then she smiled again.

“My first human settlement.”

“Yes.”

The words seemed to mean something to her.

More than they probably should have.

Then again, maybe they should have.

Most wolves visited the settlement long before reaching adulthood. They grew up seeing it. Shopping there. Walking through the streets with family and friends.

Isla never got any of that.

Ashcrest had taken enough years from her already.

The thought settled badly inside me.

“What is it actually like?” she asked.

I considered the question.

“It’s busy.”

She groaned immediately.

“You already used that answer.”

“Because it’s accurate.”

“It also tells me nothing.”

Fair.

I thought about it for a moment.

Then I tried again.

“There are traders everywhere. Merchants arguing over prices. Wagons moving through the streets from

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Sunrise until evening.”

She listened carefully.

“The market square–stays crowded most of the day. People come from smaller communities to trade. Some stay for hours. Some stay for days.”

A small smile appeared on her face.

That seemed to be a better answer.

“What else?”

I should have expected that question.

Curiosity had become one of the most predictable things about her.

“There are food stalls.”

That caught her attention immediately.

“Food stalls?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of food?”

I looked at her.

“I should have known that would be your first question

Her smile widened.

“You didn’t answer it.”

“No.”

She waited.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t going to let it go.

I sighed.

“Fresh bread. Meat pies. Pastries. Roasted meats. Fruit.”

Her expression brightened immediately.

I wasn’t surprised.

“What else?”

I considered the question again.

“Musicians sometimes perform near the market square.”

That caught her attention.

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“Really?”

“Yes.”

“People just stand there and listen?”

“Usually.”

She looked genuinely interested.

I found myself smiling slightly.

The reaction reminded me how much of the world had been kept from her.

“What else?”

“Artists. Craft stalls. Shops.”

She nodded slowly.

It was obvious she was already building a picture of it in her head.

“You’re making it sound interesting.”

“That wasn’t my intention.”

“It isn’t working.”

A laugh escaped me.

I wasn’t surprised.

At some point this conversation had stopped being about the settlement itself and started becoming something else.

A reminder of all the things she’d never had the chance to experience.

“Do children go there?”

The question caught me off guard.

“Yes.”

Her expression turned thoughtful.

“They just walk around?”

“Usually with their families.”

She nodded slowly.

“As strange as it sounds, I’ve never really seen that.”

The words settled heavily between us.

I knew exactly what she meant.

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She’d seen children in Ashcrest.

She just hadn’t seen them living normal lives.

Not the way they should have been allowed to.

I looked at her.

“You’ll see plenty tomorrow.”

A small smile returned.

“I think I’d like that.”

For a moment neither of us spoke.

Then another question appeared in her eyes before she even opened her mouth.

I saw it coming.

Unfortunately.

“How many questions are you planning to ask before tomorrow?”

She smiled immediately.

“I don’t know.”

“That’s concerning.”

“It should be.”

That earned a laugh from me.

The sound surprised both of us.

Mostly me.

I shook my head.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Sera.”

“Probably.”

The answer came without hesitation.

That only made me laugh again.

I wasn’t sure when exactly she’d become this comfortable.

I wasn’t complaining.

I just noticed it more often lately.

For a while we simply sat there.

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The conversation moved from one topic to another without any urgency behind it. No politics. No cour discussions. No old laws waiting to be debated.

Just a conversation.

The kind I never would’ve expected to matter as much as it did.

I leaned back in my chair.

Beyond the office walls, Wraithbone continued moving through its day. Wolves trained, worked, argued, and handled the responsibilities waiting for them.

The territory felt steady around us.

Tomorrow would be different.

Not because of politics.

Not because of the High Council.

Not because of the meetings waiting for me over the next few weeks.

Because Isla was finally doing something simply because she wanted to.

She’d crossed territory borders before.

She’d returned to Ashcrest.

She’d visited Ironfield.

None of those trips had been made for her.

This one was.

The realization settled quietly inside me.

I wasn’t sure why it mattered so much.

Only that it did.