Chapter 7 Luna Crest Hotel
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Lyra
The Lunar Crest Hotel was a palace of glass and gold—even for someone like me that had been exposed to luxury during my stay in the Moonfang pack, I still can’t help but be in awe at such grand place. There were wolves of every pack—Alphas, Lunas, and Betas who attend the event too and each of them had different scents, overlapping the air as if to assert dominance.
I followed a step behind Zane and despite that I was in awed, I made sure that my facial expression didn’t show anything to prevent the Silvercrest Pack from being talked about accepting a country bumpkin assistant like me.
Every instinct screamed to lower my gaze—my head, but I refused despite that I was afraid that I might ended up tarnishing the Silvercrest if they knew that I am that disgrace Luna of the Moonfang and I made sure to hide my pheromones just in case someone recognize me by it.
At the reception line, Zane nodded politely to the host, his aura were effortlessly commanding. “Zane Archer, Silvercrest Pack.”
Then he turned to me and introduced. “This is my assistant,”
The host bowed slightly. “Welcome, Alpha Zane. Your table is ready.”
As we moved through the crowed, my eyes happened to caught glimpses of faces—a familiar faces that even after death, I might not forget it. It was the Moonfang.
My pulse slightly hammered at the thought that they might be here—but I doubt that Kyle is here right? I mean, when I tried to request for bond severance, he didn’t sign it because he attend an international pack mission.
Remembering about that made me sigh in relief.
Right, there’s no way he would be here.
We both followed the host as he pressed the button in the elevator—a private suite floor. Watching the door slid open, we all stepped in.
I watched as the number raised, and the elevator stopped again.
This time, I froze. A familiar scent hit me before the door fully opened.
Even without seeing him, I already know whose the owner of that scene. A musk scent.
Kyle.
I watched as he entered with his Beta, Darren in mid-conversation with him. His voice cut off the moment he saw me and it was also the time that my world semed to shrink to the four glass walls around us.
Fuck. There’s a lot of elevators here so why the hell did I have to run with him again?
Despite that my inner self was currently screaming right now, my face still remained neutral and nodded my head in greeting.
When I saw that he was about to open his mouth, his brows were furrowed and his gaze were locked on me, my guard raised.
“Alpha Moonfang,” Zane greeted calmly with a smile, making me sigh in relief secretly.
“Zane,” Kyle returned, his tone were cold before briefly looking at him then his gaze flicked back toward me. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
I kept my eyes on the glowing elevator panel. “Neither did I.”
For a moment, the silence was deafening that I started to review if I said something wrong that also made Zane chuckled secretly.
“Working again, I see.” His voice dropped lower.
“That’s how people survive,” I said evenly.
His eyes darkened even more before the corner of his lips raised in mockery. “Running errands for another Alpha is a work for you?”
Zane, who was finished laughing, looked at him coldly. “Careful, Moonfang. She’s my assistant now, not your Luna.”
The air between them seemed to thinned. Their Alpha energy were clashing each other that made me step back again but the cold steel of the elevator hit my back.
Kyle’s jaw flexed. “I wasn’t talking to you, Archer.”
Zane’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Then learn how to talk properly in my presence.”
When the elevator chimed, relief flushed over me and I was the first to stepped out before they might fight each other.
However, Kyle’s voice followed through. “You better not kneel and beg me to take you back.”
I paused. My gaze darkened and I secretly clenched my knuckles.
“Don’t worry, there’s no way such thing would happen.”
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The banquet hall glittered with gold. Laughter and the scent of expensive wines floated in the air—that even for a non-alcoholic like me felt like drinking by how sweet and tempting the scent is.
However, as soon as I walked in, every of their gazes they held toward me felt like a blade against my skin. It was the same eyes that used to look at me filled with mockery, disgust, and contempt. I instinctively kept close to Zane while clutching the tablet like its my armor.
“Raise your head,” he murmured. “You’re my people now not that Luna who look like she’s attending her own execution whenever she attend to any event.”
I paused and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, can’t be help. I got used to it.”
“Then unused to it.”
I didn’t comment to it and just nodded my head—not sure if he was joking or what but I know that what he wants as his assistant is the one who can hold to her ground and held her head high, not embarrassing the Silvercrest Pack.
We both moved from table to table—introductions, handshakes, polite words that meant nothing and for a while, because I’ve been busy doing the introduction and so on for the Alpha, I managed to forget the eyes watching me.
Until one Alpha—Renn, a bulky wolf from the Ironhide Pack and cornered me near the drink bar. His breath reeked of liquor that made me step back and frown but immediately hid the displeased expression on my face and keep it neutral.
It was also the one who had tried to pounced on me at Kyle’s birthday banquet and if it wasn’t because he was there to stopped this drunk Alpha, I don’t know how much more my tarnished reputation could get worse.
“Well, well,” he drawled with a smirk on his lips. “Didn’t think I’d see the Moonfang Luna out in public again.”
I stiffened. “You’re mistaken.”
“Am I?” He stepped closer. “But how could I forget this familiar scent of you despite trying to hide it? Once a Luna, always a Luna.”
“Please respect yourself, Alpha.”
He laughed and directly grabbed my wrist. “Respect? Did you even do that while spreading your legs to any Alpha?”
My gaze darkened, my whole body was trembling from anger that made me want to punch the s**t out of this man.
However, before I could react, a hand had already patted Renn’s hand that grasp my wrist. “I believe my assistant said to step back.”
Renn looked at him and put down my wrist, making me sign in relief when he sneered. “Since when do Alphas let their toys speak for them?”
Zane’s voice dropped to a growl that shook the glasses on the table. “And since when do you have guts to touch my people under my watch, Renn? Are you challenging the Silvercrest?.”
The entire room fell silent for a heartbeat. Renn paled and I watched him retreating quickly while mumbling apologies and blamed it to the alcohol.
Zane ignored it and look at me. “Are you hurt?”
“No.” My voice trembled despite the effort. “And thank you for defending me.”
He leaned slightly closer, his tone lower. “Next time, don’t wait for someone to save you. If anyone dares to touch you, bite it.”
I paused and chuckled. “Understood. I’ll do it next time.”
When I finally dared to glance across the all, I found Kyle who was watching us from a distance with a drink on his hands—his expression were unreadable.
As our eyes meet for a briefest second, his grip on the glass tightened until it cracked.
I looked away first.
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