The Alpha King And His Chosen Luna novel Chapter 54

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The truth she was denied–1

(Isla)

Sera came for me the next morning at the same time she had the day before.

I had been awake for hours by then. The sun was only just coming up over the eastern forest and I was already dressed and sitting by the window with the book open in my lap. I had not read much of it. My eyes kept going to the trees and then back to the page and then away again. The warmth had not returned during the night, but I had slept lightly and every time I woke I checked for it before I checked anything else. When Sera knocked, I closed the book at once and told her to come in.

She entered with the same case in her hand and the same calm expression on her face, but something under it was different. I noticed that immediately. Not alarm. Not urgency. More like she had made a decision and was carrying it carefully. She set the case down and looked at me for a moment before she spoke.

“How was the night?” she asked.

“Quiet,” I said. “Nothing happened.”

She nodded once. “No warmth? No pressure?”

“No.”

“Any changes in your hearing? Your smell? Your skin?”

I thought about it before answering. “Things feel clearer sometimes,” I said. “Not all the time. Just for a moment. Then it goes back.”

Her eyes stayed on mine. “How often?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I only notice it after.”

She nodded again. Then she moved to the bed and opened the case and waited for me to sit where she wanted me. I went without argument. The routine of it helped. The wrap on my ankle came off, she checked the skin, pressed lightly along the healing burn, and I watched her hands the way I always did. Her face gave me nothing I could use. It was focused and careful and closed in the way people closed themselves when they knew something I did not.

“The ankle is better,” she said.

“I know.”

“You’ve been walking more?”

“A little.”

“Good.”

She wrapped it again with the same steady hands. Then she did not close the case. She sat back on her heels and looked up at me and the room changed without anything in it actually moving. I knew something was coming. Not from the words. From the way she had gone still inside herself. The same

thing had happened yesterday when her hand was on my wrist.

–“What is it?” I asked.

She stood and moved to the chair by the window. “Come and sit,” she said.

That was not part of the usual check. I did not ask again. I got up and crossed to the chair across from her and sat. The book stayed where I had left it. The window was between us and the forest beyond it was lit by the thin grey light of morning. I put both hands in my lap and waited.

Sera looked at me for a long moment. “I want you to hear this clearly,” she said. “And I want you to hear all of it before you decide what it means.”

I felt myself go very still.

“Alright,” I said.

She took a breath. “You are not wolfless.”

The words entered the room and stayed there.

I did not answer. I did not move. For a moment all I could hear was the quiet of the pack house around us and the faint sound of something outside on the grounds below. I looked at her face and found it unreadable. That made it worse, because if she had looked uncertain I could have put this somewhere safe and waited for it to pass. She did not look uncertain.

“I need you to say that again?” I said.

“You are not wolfless,” she repeated. “Your wolf is there.”

I stared at her.

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