Chapter Six
*Westleyan*
Luna Vesta’s car pulls up just in time. Alpha Vesta leaves the study where we were chatting and retrieves her. I follow behind to greet my guests.
“Sweetheart!” He greets his mate, and I feel a pang of jealousy, but I push it aside. So far we’ve had no luck finding my mate. He kisses her on her cheek and then glances back at the car. “Where is Mila Isa?”
Luna Vesta looks over at me apologetically. “I’m sorry, but my daughter won’t be attending the lunch, she was feeling a little tired after the party last night—she didn’t get much rest.”
Her and me both.
“That’s no problem,” I assure her. “The night definitely didn’t go as expected. I hope you and your daughter made it home safely without too much trouble.”
“Our guards took excellent care of us. I only wish
