His Rejected Luna

Chapter 7

Astrid moved into the packhouse. They had their own floor with a couple bedrooms, a little kitchen, a sitting area and a large bathroom.

Trent set her suitcases down and wiped his brow. “Girl, I know you don't have a ton, but it sure felt like it on those stairs.”

She laughed. “Well, you insisted on carrying all of it.”

“Of course I did, you're my bride. I'll carry everything for you forever.”

She rolled her eyes. “That sounds sweet and all, but you know that's not realistic.”

He walked over and took her in his arms. “Damn reality, I'll do whatever I can for you for the rest of my life.” He kissed her and pushed her toward the bedroom.

She giggled and pulled his shirt off as they went.

Over the next weeks Astrid found her routine. She began working at the pack clinic as the receptionist and Trent spent much of his time training to be the next Alpha. Realistically, that wouldn't happen for decades, but he was training just in case. Business classes, shadowing his father, training to fight etc. He came home late most nights.

Their one month wedding anniversary was coming up. Astrid thought it was a little silly to celebrate it, but wanted to anyway. It would be a great excuse to reconnect. They'd been apart a lot since their wedding. So she made him promise to come home earlier that Friday night. She prepared salmon steaks, green beans cooked with bacon and home made garlic bread. She changed into a sexy red dress and lit candles. Everything was ready, but Trent wasn't home yet. The minutes ticked by and he wasn't showing. She put the food in the oven to keep it warm, hoping it wouldn't dry out. She tried to call him, but just got his voicemail. Deep disappointment mixed with worry filled her. Her chest hurt, just a dull pain, but it was there. What if he'd had an accident or something?

She picked up her phone again and called the Alpha, her father in law. “Trent was supposed to be home almost an hour ago. Is he still with you?”

“No... he left awhile ago.”

“Thank you,” she said and ended the call.

She called Trent again, with no answer.

She decided to go out and look for him. Not bothering to change, she looked through the packhouse and it was obvious he wasn't there. So she went down to her car and decided to check the gym and training area.

She entered the gym, her heels clacking on the hard floor. It was pretty much empty. “Trent?” she called out. No response. She moved toward the back where the locker rooms are. She stood outside the men's room. “Trent? Are you in there?”

She heard scuffling and muffled voices. The door flung open and he emerged. “What are you doing here?” he asked in a clipped tone.

“You said you'd be home over an hour ago. Your dad said you'd left awhile ago. I got so worried. I decided to look for you. I called a few times.”

He pulled his phone out and checked it. “Oh.”

“I made dinner...” tears pricked at the back of her eyes. She blinked, angry at herself for her emotions.

“I'm sorry, okay? I can get us dinner.”

“That's not the point.” She turned and started walking away. She just wanted to go home, throw the food out and go to bed.

“Astrid, wait,” he said. He ran after her. “Wait, I'm sorry, okay? I lost track of time.”

She sighed. “It's okay. You're fine. I'm just disappointed.”

He nodded. “I have some things to grab, then I'll be home okay?”

“Okay.” She excited the building and drove home. She allowed a couple tears to fall and then got control of herself. He'd just lost track of time. That was deeply disappointing, but not something to hold on to.

The salmon was dry and hard and the beans just looked gross so she tossed it out. She got into the shower and let the water wash away her emotions.

When she got out, Trent still wasn't home. She decided to go to bed anyway. He likely was just finishing whatever he was doing at the gym.

When she woke he was sleeping beside her, looking as peaceful as ever. Her heart ached a little over last night, but she resolved to put it out of her mind. She wouldn't hold one mistake against him.

Astrid got up, showered and began to make breakfast. Trent strode in, hair looking bedraggled and his sweat pants hung low on his hips.

“Well hello beautiful, what do I smell cooking?” he asked.

“Bacon, eggs, sausage. All the breakfast essentials.”

His eyes lit up and he took a seat at the counter. “Thanks Baby! I can't wait! My mouth is watering.”

She smiled, happy that he was appreciative. She finished cooking and dished out a couple plates. She sat beside him.

He moaned happily as he took his first bite. “You're a fantastic cook, you know that?”

A blush rose on her cheeks. “Thank you.”

He wolfed down his food and stood. “I have to get dressed and go. I'm already later than I said I'd be. Love you.” He gave her a kiss and quickly ran off to change. He was out the door within minutes. Astrid cleaned up and prepared for own job. Maybe he was late for everyone, she mused.