The Wolf King's Luna novel Chapter 11

CATHERINE.

I will not lie. I thought this was going to be painful. I accepting the rejection.

But it isn't.

The moment I accepted it last night, it felt like a weight was lifted off me.

Like a thirty-pound boulder has been resting on my shoulders and I just didn't know.

The relief… the wonder… the release, it is indescribable.

For the first time in years, I slept like a baby.

No fear of being attacked in the middle of the night. No need to worry about waking up before dawn. 

Just pure, blissful, peace.

Now I am not saying that everything that had happened in the past is all gone. All that the trauma isn't there.

Because it is.

It is just better.

Like I know I am not going to get suffocated by it.

Like, I can recover.

Heal.

I hear a knock on the door and I hurriedly get up to open it, expecting either Damon or Diana.

Instead, I see what must be the most stunning girl ever.

Really what is with this pack and perfect looks?

She is built like those model Amazons.

Long, lithe body with straight black hair that falls to her waist.

She is tan and fit, if her arm muscle is anything to go by and she has the most startling pair of eyes. 

One gold, one blue.

There is a word for that condition. 

Hete-, heto-, hecto-,

"Heterochromia," she says

"Yes! Wait, what?"

"You were whispering under your breath," she answers. "I am guessing you were trying to peg my eye condition."

"Oh, yes. I was. I am sorry."

"It is fine. No foul. But that is not what I have."

"It's… not?" I ask with a heavy dose of skepticism.

"No. I was born with blue eyes. My wolf's eyes are gold."

"Oh, I see."

I do not see.

"It is strange, I know. But that is a story for another time. Here," she says as she hands me a few bags. "These are for you. I hope they fit. Luna Diama gave me your measurements and asked me to get you some clothes."

"Oh, thank you. That was nice of her. And you," I add.

"No biggie. I didn't mind really, I love shopping."

"Okay."

We stand there staring at each other in silence. What am I supposed to say now?

"Would you like to… see me try them on?" I ask.

"Yes, please," she gushes. "I am proud of my selections and I want to see if I did well."

"Great. Come on in then," I say as I pull open the door for her to come in.

"Wow. Classy and chic," she says as she takes in the interior of the rooms in awe.

"You have never been in here?" I ask as I begin sorting out the clothes.

"Of course not. This is the Alpha's quarters. Only family is allowed to be in here. Or mate. Which is technically family. Which you are. His mate. Right?"

I give a weak laugh to that, neither affirming nor denying the claim.

She shrugs at my response and continues exploring the room.

In her defense, the room is something. Like straight out of those really Regency movies.

The royal types.

Fit for a king.

Or queen.

Hmm.