The Luna's Journey

Chapter 7

Miracle

It has been a week since I've been staying as an omega here in Silver Claw. So far, my fellow omegas have been much more pleasant than the officials. They are friendly and approachable, and in this short time, I've managed to make a few friends.

"Alpha Theron's parents are arriving at noon, and we need to arrange everything before their arrival," the head of the omegas announced.

I stood at the back, listening to the announcement. Rumors had it that Alpha Theron's parents had been abroad for some important matters, but I had no idea about the details.

"I heard his parents were going to bring their chosen she-wolf to be mated to Alpha Theron," Riva whispered to me as she held a broom.

My brow arched, and an indescribable emotion welled up inside me. The idea of Alpha Theron having a mate somehow disturbed me and awakened something I couldn't quite name.

"It's a pity that Alpha Theron couldn't find his destined mate, and now he'll be forced to claim another she-wolf due to our tradition," Riva added with a sigh.

Well, an Alpha wasn't supposed to commence his reign without a Luna by his side. I couldn't fathom how Theron had earned his title as Alpha when, in the first place, he had no mate.

"How old is he, by the way?" I asked Riva, inquiring about Theron's age.

"He's twenty-three, the youngest Alpha to ever exist in our pack," she replied.

Perhaps his parents have immense trust in his leadership abilities, granting him the right to rule the pack. No one can rule without earning the approval of both their constituents and their parents, and I think he's deserving.

"Everyone, let's begin the cleaning," Maika, the head of the omegas, declared.

Riva and I were assigned to decorate the hallway. We inflated balloons and fastened them to the existing pillars. Some others put up curtains and designed them in various ways.

It was nearly eleven when we had finished cleaning and decorating the pack house. Riva and I headed straight to our chambers to freshen up since we were soaked in sweat. After cleaning ourselves, we returned to the packhouse.

"I think they have arrived," Riva said, pointing to the newly parked car in front.

I nodded in agreement, and as we entered, I noticed a few omegas lined up near the dining hall. The head of the omegas immediately spotted us and conveyed a message through her expression, which we quickly understood. We rushed over to join them and do what they were doing.

"Where did you two go? We've been looking for you. Alpha Theron asked about your whereabouts," Maika scolded me.

"Riva and I took a quick bath," I replied truthfully.

"Make sure to inform me next time," she admonished.

I was aware of their careful watch over me. Despite everything, Alpha Theron remained highly vigilant, not placing full trust in me, and I understood why. To him, I was nothing more than a former captive turned omega.

"Have you seen the new she-wolf?" Lydia approached us for some gossip after we had finished our duties.

Lydia and Riva were best friends, and I had somehow become a part of their group. Although I could still sense the gap between the three of us. They had known each other for so long that they could remember, while I had only been here for a week.

"Yeah," Riva nodded. "Do you think she'll become our Luna?"

It's strange how my heart aches at the mention of a Luna, especially Theron's Luna. Sometimes I can't make sense of my own feelings. I admit there's a bit of admiration for that man, but everything just feels so wrong. To have any feelings for my captor is truly inappropriate.

"Maybe...who knows," Lydia shrugged her shoulders. "If Alpha Theron likes her, then she'll undoubtedly become our Luna. The decision is his to make."

"What if one day he meets his fated mate, but he's already claimed another she-wolf as his Luna?" I wondered out loud.

Riva and Lydia exchanged knowing looks, acknowledging that my question had some point. I was completely unversed in matters like this, as my mother had forbidden me from pursuing a proper education. I was homeschooled, but the lessons were very limited and catered solely to her preferences.

"I've read about cases like that before. Alphas often pursue their fated mates," Riva replied.

"What happens to the she-wolf they claimed, even if she's not their mate?" I inquired, growing more curious.

Riva responded, "Well, she either stays in that role, enduring it, or eventually moves on."

Isn't it better to find and claim your true mate instead of claiming someone and then leaving them when you eventually find your fated mate?

Just the conversation about mates has piqued my curiosity, making me wonder who my potential mate might be. It's been a month since I reached my legality, which is a good and expected age to meet one's mate, but I haven't.

They say you'll only know you've met your mate when your wolf feels that unique connection, and you can detect a very distinct scent that you have never sniffed before.

"How old were both of you when you met your mates?" I asked Riva and Lydia, as they were both mated already.

"At eighteen," both of them replied in unison, sharing a laugh at their synchronized response.

"I haven't met mine yet," I sighed, revealing my own situation.

Both of them consoled me and offered relationship advice, but it was difficult for me to fully grasp. I couldn't help but feel a bit out of my depth.

As the day neared its end and the sun began to set, the three of us returned to the packhouse. Upon entering, I spotted Hillary, who was clinging to Zach like a leech while he was engrossed in conversation with someone unfamiliar to me.

"Oh, hi, princess," Hillary yelled upon seeing me, waving her hands and grinning mischievously.

I subtly shook my head and let out a sigh. So far, she was the only one who had been incessantly taunting and mocking me. She called me "princess," but I knew it was meant as a form of mockery.

"Here we go again, Mira, just be patient," Riva advised, tapping my shoulder.

"Alpha Theron was looking for you earlier, princess. I guess he missed you," Hillary said, laughing.

"That's enough, Hillary. If Alpha Theron hears you, you'll be punished," Zach rebuked her.

I didn't reply and walked past them. Hillary wasn't worth my time. I had other things to do besides acknowledging her nonsensical taunts.

As I reached the dining room and opened the door, I suddenly collided with something hard. I looked up to meet Alpha Theron's cold gaze, which bore into mine. Riva and Lydia immediately pulled me aside, not wanting to block the doorway.

"Sorry, Alpha. We didn't mean to barge in unannounced," Riva apologized.

"Mira, apologize," Lydia whispered, pinching my waist when I hesitated.

Feeling a bit flustered, I bowed my head and offered my apology. But it wasn't the situation that troubled me; it was the beautiful girl clinging on his arm with wavy hair and eyes as deep as the sea. Her chest was also well-endowed, and it left me feeling somewhat insecure.

Could she be the she-wolf they had been talking about earlier? And why did I feel a strange anger simmering within me just from watching them this close?