Lost Luna: Alpha's Precious Possession

The dining hall falls silent in the presence of the Luna of the pack. Dozens of pairs of eyes are instantly glued on her as she makes her way through the gathered crowd.

She was not invited to the celebration tonight and the look on her face makes me think that she is not happy about such an arrangement. She pauses next to a standing omega maid and picks up a champagne flute from her tray, her movements elegant and poised as if she is a swan gliding over the smooth surface of the lake. 

Despite the deep wrinkle of disapproval etched between her eyebrows, Katarine looks as beautiful as ever. 

Her straight black hair is gathered in a tall, tight ponytail that flows down her elegant back exposed through the thin mesh of her long silk green dress. A thin leather belt is wrapped around her waist, emphasizing the beautiful curves of her slender body. 

As she brings the glass to her red lips, Katarine carefully glides her deep green eyes over the gathering, frowning slightly at every female omega she sees. 

At last, her gaze stops on me and I can practically feel my lungs squeezing the air out, leaving me suffocating on the tension around me. She hates me. Oh, how she hates me. And that hatred eats away at me like acid. 

With her glaring eyes still firmly fixed on me, Katarine carelessly throws the empty champagne flute back at the maid, the poor girl barely catches it, preventing it from shattering on the marble floor. Then, she stalks towards me, the corners of her lips twitch ever so slightly, but I manage to notice that subtle movement anyway. 

She is itching to bare her fangs at me. 

"What are you doing?" The Luna finally asks me, her eyebrows raised in fake confusion. "All the omegas are servants in this house, yet you are just standing here, sipping your masters' champagne?"

I shift nervously in my seat, my eyes dart towards Dion whose jaw looks tense while his thick black eyebrows are knitted together in frustration. 

She knows why I'm here. When I am with Dion, I am not a servant, I am a guest. But Katarine needs this. She needs to restore her standing in front of this crowd, and what is the best way to assert dominance if not by putting someone else down? 

"Well?" She insists, her arms are now crossed at her chest. "Look at me while I'm talking to you!"

She raises her voice just enough to make me wince and having gotten no support from my Alpha, I turn back to face the Luna, my hands trembling and clammy as my silver eyes meet hers. 

"Kat," finally, Dion raises from his seat, his steps deliberate and heavy as he walks towards the two of us. "This is a party. Let's not spoil the mood."

Katarine frowns and waits until her husband comes closer––whatever she wants to say to him right now definitely requires a lower register. 

"A party at my pack house, the one I was not invited to. But your whore was."

She whisperes those words and thanks to the live string music that is still playing in the dining hall, no one but Dion and I manages to hear them. The alpha frowns too but quickly shifts back to his usual nonchalant expression. 

I watch them with my heartbeat thumping in my throat, my entire body burning with anxiety. I hate the silent war these two continue to fight against each other because the rest of us have to feel its consequences every day. 

"Watch your tongue," Dion warns her quietly, and the Luna offers him a smirk. She moves her glare back to me and whispers menacingly, her words, however, are directed to her husband. "I will not be disrespected like this. I am the Luna of this pack, your official mate."

Katarine slightly turns her head to the right, forcing Dion to look at the mark on her neck. The Alpha grunts. 

"Now," she takes a step towards me and quickly scrutinizes my appearance. She doesn't like that I am wearing an evening dress, but she makes an effort to no longer spare me any more of her emotions. "Go back to your quarters, change your clothes, and get down to work."

I am lost. I know I have to listen to her but Dion was the one who invited me as a guest tonight, so I desperately look at him, begging for him to interfere. He sighs and gives me a subtle nod. I swallow hard. 

"Layleen," Dion finally addresses me directly, "follow the orders of your Luna."

My shoulders drop under the weight of the predicament but I do as I am told. Nodding obediently at Katerine, I leave my seat and walk away, still feeling Alpha Robert's greedy eyes glued to my back. 

As I make my way to the exit of the dining hall, I hear Katarine's voice as she returns to her husband. 

"May I steal you from your party? There is something important I need to talk to you about."

Dion sighs rather loudly, I can hear him through the music and my quiet but quick steps. His voice is heavy with resignation as he finally replies, "Very well. Let's talk."

I hear the clicking of their shoes following behind me as they march towards the doors. I pick up the pace and practically storm out of the room, scared that my reluctance to leave will get me in trouble. 

Whatever happens, I do not want to get in trouble with her.